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The big wheel of fortune |
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Crashed down to the groud |
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Terror broke thru' the city wall |
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We gathered our children and ran for our lives |
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Down in the catacomb hall |
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No sunlight no seasons |
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No bird song to hear. |
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Around the small fires |
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Fighting despair. |
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No talk of surrender |
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Sharpenin' our skills |
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Waiting for the moment |
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To strike back and win |
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Spirit of the night |
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You will be the guidin' light |
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Spirit of the night |
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You will be the guidin' light |
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Visions of freedom are fillin' my head |
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Dreaming of lovers by the lake |
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Sweet scent of flowers in young maidens' hair |
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Thanksgivin; days to celebrate |
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No fear and no treson |
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Laughter to hear, |
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Songs from the children |
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Filling the air. |
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Nothing to stop us |
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From taking revenge. |
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Bringin; bavk the treasures |
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Of placetime again |
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Spirit of the night |
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You will be the guidin' light |
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Spirit of the night |
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You will be the guidin' light |
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You will be the guidin' light |
