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Darker days are approaching the storm to us |
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Rain falls with a potency never seen |
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The good old days are vanished in the mist of times |
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But the flame of ancient hordes is still alive |
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Conflicts are imminent |
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Be prepared for years of agony in a fearful dark... |
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We can't allow dirty governments of tyranny |
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We must not accept states of impartiality |
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You have thought we are little more than slaves |
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But you know we will be only silenced in graves |
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I think it will be better to pray for us |
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Because the air is overloaded |
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With the scents of war |
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Our pagan roots will show the way... |
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Ancient writings very occasionally lie... |
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Turn a deaf ear to the liar flags |
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We're dealt to their flags... |
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But too many flags... |
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Don't fall with them... |
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In dark days because they have brought disgrace |
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Because they have brought dark days... |
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Who wrote your laws...? |
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Who break the chains...? |
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We have no options... |
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We must free our life of any servilities |
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Who wrote your laws...? |
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Who break the chains...? |
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We have no options... |
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We must free our life of any servile submissiveness |
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Dark desires in the moon, have taken control of my dazed soul... |
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We have been lost in the forest, |
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Until we have been captivated in its revealing bright... |
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Away, don't turn your eyes away from truth... Away |
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Your mouth is plenty of rubbish |
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The chests of dirty stolen black old |
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We have been kneeling down in front of the throne |
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But the fallen masks uncovered a face that should never be shown |
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Through the clouded sky |
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A shinning light |
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Keep your aims in safe |
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Even when the dark days hurt... |
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Disguised but uncovered in time...? |
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Flags die when their sons deserted them |
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Gods falls down of their own temples |
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Every beginning has an ending... |
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And we have seen the fire on the face of your idols... |
