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Clock without hands, time that slips away
Dreams that fall asleep, nothing will change
World of silence, soul of glass
Sinking in the mud, fatal destiny
Step that doesn't advance, voice that went out
In this apathy, the soul was lost
Hand that doesn't reach, fire that grew cold
An echo in the nothingness, that was never born
Seven sins, seven roads to the abyss
Voices whispering from hell itself
Pride, greed, wrath that never forgets
Envy, the impure fire
Gluttony that devours
Sloth that drowns
We are the doom that cries
Seven sins, seven roads to the abyss
Voices whispering from hell itself
Pride, greed, wrath that never forgets
Envy, the impure fire
Gluttony that devours
Sloth that drowns
We are the doom that cries
