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On a cold sunrise out of ashes |
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I will resurrect in the shine of red sacrifice |
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I which has seen the twilight of the Gods |
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I will come back in old faith and full of strength |
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I the monument of eternity |
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out of personal will and anger |
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where I lost and cheated my death |
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I will resurrect on a cold sunrise |
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My fate has been written in ancient runes |
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On a cold stone sarcofago |
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My name will return to light |
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on a day when no one will be able to hear it... |
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Memories of heroes never die |
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Cries and the Lament of woman the wind will shun |
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The virgins of Rhine will bring forth the sword |
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the mark on the sarcofago will be erased |
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Monuments full of praise |
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It will uncover my ashes |
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The swastika is my life, its my blood |
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On a cold sunrise I will recall the memories |
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about a faith which once was |
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about brave man which already fought |
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and committed their deeds of fate |
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The Gods lost with Eternity |
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which defeated them with its monotone ways |
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on a cold sunrise mist will greet me |
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and rays of the rising swastika |
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Spirit and Will, Memory and Fate |
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Blood of Atlanteans, Runes of Rise |
