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Rise... (This is a new morning). Legions of tears fall from your eyes that have swelled shut. Assassins come armed with the enmity that kills us. Your sword - drawn for me. Your cloak - pulled to conceal the truth from my eyes. The lies - blood on our hands. Wars waged - is there hope of peace? I once called you brother. Though I cannot tell you, I want you to know.... I still care. This is a new morning, let's let old fires die. Close your deceitful lips and I will lay down my pride Aus Songtexte Mania