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Jon Oliva S Pain Festival

It's a cold hard pain, deep down inside, Shared by the lonely, the evil, the holy. It chooses no sides... And it's hard... it's hard... hard... In the

, Looking for nothing. Taking in what's around, Time doesn't matter. Life's gonna happen, It keeps rolling on... Like the wind through the tree's. A

the Sun, oh... Hold tight, your leaving tonight, The journey to hell has just begun. All dead, fields of red, Your are the chosen one, oh. It's clear

s left for you is beg and plead. Your soul is cast away, For all eternity, It's the evil within... You burning, twisting, turning, It's the evil within

invited in... We begin with this collection, Just look at this display. The lunatics, the sycophant's, What a colorful parade. Oh festival Oh festival There's