when shadows fall, hell close his eyes
to hear the clocks unwind
powerless to leash the hands of time
kindoms fall, the earth revolves
the rain will come this spring
and nothing he could say would change a thing
seven wonders crowed the man
knowing six are gone
and how the great illusion lingers on
he cant enfold, the sun or moon
or wind within his hand
but count the times hell shout the great i am
with all the while, a pontiff smile
veiling his disgrace
at never owning more than second place
seven wonders crowed the man
knowing six are gone
and how the great illusion lingers on
seven wonders crowed the man
knowing six are gone
and how the great illusion lingers
while the sad confusion lingers
all the while illusion lingers on
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