| There is silence;
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| It is treasured most above the world and in space
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| It is an arcane ghost
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| Recognize it’s gorgeous face
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| Untouched by those
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| Who have befallen to the hands of hatred
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| Welcome to the Tombs of the Thracians
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| Barbaric accords and struggle aboard
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| «Oh Blasphemy! |
| We cry
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| And it’s a blunder undoing this world
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| Standing higher than the mountains
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| Surrounding our decaying gates
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| We stay true to our cause
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| Like the few and honorable
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| Would have done to us in this world
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| There is silence;
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| It is treasured most above the world and in space
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| It is an arcane ghost
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| Recognize it’s gorgeous face
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| Untouched by those
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| Who have befallen to the hands of hatred
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| Walking down the city’s streets
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| We collaborate with words of revolution
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| And not without the words to;
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| The strength to talk in gold
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| Cherish what’s ours to come
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| Fight for this struggle won
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| And breathe for a united one
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| As we change the world
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| Cherish what’s ours to come
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| Fight for this struggle won
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| And breathe for a united one
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| Cherishing the Lost assort to the faces that I loathe
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| Cherish what’s ours to come
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| Fight for the struggle won
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| As we change this world without one gun |