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I rest my eyes |
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on the open field |
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a silver line |
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to heavens gate |
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my mind is blank |
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it's a state I know |
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a secret place |
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where all I see is hate |
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I raise my head |
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to retain my wrath |
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the savage force |
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that lives inside of me |
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foe to foe |
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one will die and one will be |
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and I pray she holds my soul |
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can you hear me calling? |
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silent goddess won't you |
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conduct my fear away |
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silent goddess won't you |
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be closer when I hate |
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the battle cries |
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and the sound of steel |
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another quest |
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for holy land |
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some true belief in each open wound |
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in Luna's light the lonely victor stands |
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and I pray she holds my soul |
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can you hear me calling? |
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silent goddess won't you |
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conduct my fear away |
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silent goddess won't you |
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be closer when I hate |
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silent goddess will you |
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forever be the same |
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silent goddess can you |
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feel this heart pulsate |
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you know that I die for belief |
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I swear by the sword in my hand |
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the sum of the pain and the grief |
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is nothing compared to |
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the wealth I obtain and the spirit of god can expand |
