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Come along with the last rays of light |
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Catch a last glimpse of the unknown ones |
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A shot of hatred - raise our minds to fight |
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And compel us into glory ride |
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Soon we all will be heroes |
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On the morrow of war |
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Light the sky - A fire inside |
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Unleashing the end, where no one survive |
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Ride out - Encouraged to fight |
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Now rise to his call and deny |
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Prophets sighs in dust and chilling winds |
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While we keep on counting days and sins |
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Make your moves in silence |
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Shaped in black-to-gold-gold-to-black-black-to-gold (black!) |
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As your slaves are on the road again |
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Soon we all will be heroes |
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On the morrow of war |
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Light the sky - A fire inside |
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Unleashing the end, where no one survive |
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Ride out - Encouraged to fight |
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Now rise to his call and deny |
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We're close to the edge |
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That turned a heart to stone |
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Even though we are free |
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I have to walk your way |
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Light the sky - A fire inside |
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Unleashing the end, where no one survive |
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Ride out - Encouraged to fight |
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Now rise to his call and deny |
