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To the farthest town of the highest hill |
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I was led by the spell of misfortune witch |
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With a drunken crowd wounds from past were healed |
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But it's not good to loose the control |
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... Under unconciousness... |
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World is coming down, far beyond the seas |
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Rulers never have enough to feed their greed |
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With a broken law they have free the beast |
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Our destiny will be hanging |
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By a thread when the demons ride |
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Stygia is my destiny |
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Stygia is you destiny |
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Heartless mercenaries |
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Your ambition knows no boundaries |
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Infidel defilers of the sacred graves |
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As the black clouds bring the storm in the wind |
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Their speech will drive us to misery |
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Don't believe in their words spat from hell |
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A frozen poison made of rage was poured |
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Deep inside their soul |
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There is a dusk without its dawn prepared |
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For those who built their thrones |
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Over the martyr bones... |
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Don't waste your life... |
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There is no crown which earns a life |
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Unhealing wounds have overflown their riverbeds |
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Fallen traditions have been humbled at the sight of the adepts |
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You have subjected whole empires to your will |
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But don't forget that some species are never tamed... |
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You can spread my remains over the oceans |
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But you will meet with other threats... |
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You should realize that distressed wings beat stronger |
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In mighty raven's flight |
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Fly again... |
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Blind crowds are waking up from your lies |
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Can't you hear the shadows breaking up the silence? |
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Figures are riding |
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Before my eyes... |
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Can't you feel their presence streaming in the cold wind? |
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From the farthest town of the highest hill |
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I was sent by the spells of misfortune witch |
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I left empty words in a mountain but |
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Our destiny will be hanging |
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By a thread when the demons ride... |