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In the mist of a windswept plain |
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We carried the gifts that our priests had restrained |
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Chanting awaiting the gods of the sun |
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We're children of sorrow captors of none |
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A hole in the sky |
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And a tear in the eye |
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Of the god of the gate of the sun |
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From far away lands we escaped all the plans |
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Of deserters who are left to decay |
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The gifts we obtain are placed in the hands |
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Of abductors to lift us away |
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They wept for our race |
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For the seed was misplaced |
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Their science was left to decree |
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Children of the sun the gate was etched in stone... |
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Children of the sun the time is her for them to come... |
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Children of the sun seeking the enlighted ones... |
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Children of the sun be prepared don't run... |
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They're watching from their sensors above |
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They lifted us up and they taught us to grow |
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Ignorance runs from destruction in time |
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From distant signs now Armageddon's alligned |
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A hole in the sky |
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And a tear in the eye |
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Of the god of the gate of the sun |
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Now their mark shows the white from the black |
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Soon the seed is in my mind |
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So when the comets they rip through the sky |
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Nevermore to see the light |
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Now their mark shows the white from the black |
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Nevermore to see the light |
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In the mist of a windswept plain |
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We carried the gifts that our priests had restrained |
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Chanting awaiting the gods of the sun |
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We're children of sorrow captors of none |
