"And out of one of them came a little horn which grew exceedingly great word the south, toward the east, and toward the glorious land."(Daniel 8:9-11)
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To grow silent
To grow old
Is nearly about the same
Disgust is covered by gold
And laughter has turned into a snicker
The roaring lion jabs at your ribs
And scrapes at your heart
The lights have risen
Oh tempter, they have shone upon you
And your wrinkled, dirty skin
has been burnt by the light of day
It has been covered in soot
You did this, oh Devil
Burnt the world to it's lowest
Your own proverbs will stab you in the eyes
And they will bring you to your knees
So you have neither sight nor travel
And with neither lock nor key
But I will grow old
and silent
while the little horn grows
the Thief of the light will expand,
he will turn our hearts into wither
And still;
I will grow old
and silent
For in the end, it is all the same
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