| Times of the black age
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| Ash and shadows through the sky
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| Sweat and gears by our reality will scar forced with anger
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| No more rest
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| Bless my way through the shadowed foreign path
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| As the clouds will call us
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| Aiming to the end
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| Right to the unknown
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| Riding with my brothers wind and sun
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| Hit your redemption
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| Take my hand I will show your way
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| Our burning hearts will lead
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| No fright and no more fear
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| Back to the roots as we are one entity
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| There will be storms and grief
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| Onward ready to stop us in defeat
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| But we are one, we are strong no fall
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| Engine from the ground every second will be bound
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| By the constant dream of new lands
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| From the north to southern lines
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| My old face are reflection of my past
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| Painting a new world like sketches by the stars
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| Right to the unknown
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| Riding with my brothers wind and sun
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| Hit your redemption
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| Take my hand I will show your way
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| Our burning hearts will lead
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| No fright and no more fear
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| Back to the roots as we are one entity
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| There will be storms and grief
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| Onward ready to stop us in defeat
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| But we are one, we are strong no fall
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| Our burning hearts will lead
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| No fright and no more fear
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| Back to the roots as we are one entity
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| There will be storms and grief
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| Onward ready to stop us in defeat
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| But we are one, we are strong no fall |