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Three thousand years of sleep, but now i'm |
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Awake |
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The moments were divided by invertible pain |
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They seemed like years of torture and |
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Solitude, |
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Despair and scorched in eternal fire |
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Far more glorious than you could dream |
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I ruled them from my iron throne |
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Oh mighty lord, oh mighty don't let them |
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Forget |
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The fact, that they betray |
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Now that i'm back in the throne |
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I will never be all alone |
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I will make you pay the price |
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For locking me up inside |
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You thought i would never return |
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But one thing you should learn |
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A true king never forgets |
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You betray me |
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Three thousand years of sleep, but now have |
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Returned |
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A fleeting eternity, my strength regained |
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Black wintery dead, absent of color |
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Insect or beast, unmeasured by all life |
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The sufferings of man's mortality |
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I should weigh the sands, the sands of reality |
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Where all these things could pass us by |
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But i will not be deaf and blind |
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All but my pride they gave me back |
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And the agony they do not show |
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This suffocating sense of silence |
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They should use their voice until it's echoless |
