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Falling towers of stone, smashed by fate |
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The giants' craft declines, undermined by age |
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Once shining and strong with celebration of men |
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Until the mighty one swept them away |
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Their warriors destroyed with war, the times of affliction came |
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Their shining realms in ruin, deserted and decayed |
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Where bold, proud-hearted men looked on riches bright |
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Behold the power of fate at this crumbling site |
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The earth's grip holds as eras pass |
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e took what we wanted and claimed it as ours |
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Many a storm these shadow kingdoms have seen |
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Grey with lichen, stained with blood and misery |
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Once they looked on riches, possessions, precious stones |
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Everything must die, all that's left is echoes |
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Legends fading day by day, cracks are gaping wide |
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Till mighty fate will sweep away their ancient work and pride |
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Their warriors destroyed with war, the times of affliction came |
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Their shining realms in ruin, deserted and decayed |
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Where bold, proud-hearted men looked on riches bright |
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Behold the power of fate at this crumbling site |
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The earth's grip holds as eras pass |
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We took what we wanted and claimed it as ours |
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Many a storm these shadow kingdoms have seen |
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Grey with lichen, stained with blood and misery |
