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Sing for me.. |
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To lift above in all these fallen walls, |
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And bleed for me |
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In the deepest release. |
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Travelling through honour |
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Travelling through strength |
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Voyage floating centuries keeps the key for wisdom |
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Feelings for the "lost" winds |
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Winds which howl reverse |
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Remote, the fields of oddities odours |
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But we will still appear in coats of mail, |
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And still obliterate these "old" origins, |
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While dreaming, a thousand choirs spell their hail |
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Towards faithfulness, become one with thee weapons. |
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Sword and soul |
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Wotan's Return |