| Hallowed now in the sky.
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| The dim light of the moon
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| As the wings of darkness
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| Stretch across the clouds.
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| As we draw near to the ancient kingdoms
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| Our shadow slowly stretch out
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| Reaching for the horizon
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| The sun now turns its back on us
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| A door is standing open before me
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| As I arrive at this sacred place
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| I feel the infernal darkness
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| That will soon consume my soul
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| The power of the ancients
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| Has been placed in my hands
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| Called to conquer what lies before me
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| I leave this kingdom of ancient glory
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| Under the cloak of darkness I ride
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| Across the plains to the land of immortals
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| As the black flame of the oppressors
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| Burns in hatred
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| The spirit of the woodlands
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| Is with me in my hour of darkness
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| Flayed by the words
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| Spoken by the dark lord
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| Oppressed by the people
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| Who summon the blackest power
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| The dark forces of the spiritual realms oppose me
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| Their hatred kindles the greatest flame
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| That will burn against me eternally
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| Eyes of infernal doom
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| Calling anger deeper than sin
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| A tainted victory
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| Shall haunt us a cold silent memory
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| The power of the ancients
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| Has been placed in my hands
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| Called to conquer what lies before me
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| As the eastern realms are conquered
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| A battle of astral forces Has left now
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| This place a cold forgotten memory. |