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While shaking the mists of slumber |
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I recall fragments of visions |
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The sights of a world in flames |
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A dying land, without religion |
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I've cleansed my mind and now tears are falling |
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I watch the light of dawn and hear the dark one calling |
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I saw the fallen angel, his throne of light and dark |
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I saw the faceless rulers and they all wore his mark |
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I've cleansed my mind |
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And now their tears are falling |
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I watched the light of dawn |
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And joined the dark crusade |
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Waiting at my gate of dreams |
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Wondering of what's to come |
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A bloodred path in the virgin snow |
