| A maiden by the seaside was taken from her land
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| On a bull across the waves until she reached a foreign strand
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| Her father, a great king, less human than divine
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| True godhood she would find — Twelve stars in azure skies
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| Stronghold walls of Uruk, Etemanaki’s fane
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| Mighty rock of Zion your legacy remains
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| Aeneas left his mother Troy, summer birds search for new lands
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| The goddess sends her siren’s call, across the continents
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| On a strong white bull, the goddess rides
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| In the darkest night twelve stars will rise
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| Daughter of the east with an azure gown
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| Our new Jerusalem we found
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| And I saw brothers fighting, not for honour but for gold
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| Enthralled by foreign agents like cattle we are sold
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| Oh goddess grant me an answer! |
| Pray, make me understand!
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| Will the brothers fight forever? |
| Can they be as one again?
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| The goddess speaks:
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| «My son. |
| War is forever. |
| He’s the father of all men
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| But brothers once united will stand as one again
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| My touch was felt in Dublin, my voice was heard in Spain
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| Ten thousand years may pass by, but this fortress shall remain»
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| There are shadows over Athens and Rome still lies in flames
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| In these days when need is great, there’s no heroes there’s no saints
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| But when the night is darkest, Prometheus' torch will burn
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| And the goddess on a white bull — though she never left — returns |