| Time stands still in these ancient halls
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| Only the castle itself can tell what it keeps
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| Dark are the secrets between these walls
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| Hidden in shadows of death, while the sorcerer sleeps
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| Where is the morning? |
| Where is the sun?
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| A thousand years of midnight, the sunrise is gone
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| An old man, marked by a life so long
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| Is sleeping so sweet while his magic is growing so strong
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| Waiting still, for new times to come
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| A thousands years to see if he has won
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| Where is the morning? |
| Where is the sun?
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| A thousand years of midnight, the sunrise is gone
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| What has he done? |
| Why is he sleeping so long?
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| He wants to live forevermore
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| Soon is he young, when will he open his eyes?
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| When he is strong enough to rule
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| Back in our time goes the legend of a sorcerer so old
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| He drank the blood of the virgin to be reborn
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| «Soon a tyrant will conquer», so spoke the wise
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| Of the day when the sorcerer will rise
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| Blood is his wine, the sorcerer is cheating time
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| And he’ll be stronger than before
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| Cursed be the sun, the women will weep for his fun
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| In the name of his magic so strong
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| Back in our time goes the legend of a sorcerer so old
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| He drank the blood of the virgin to be reborn
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| «Soon a tyrant will conquer», so spoke the wise
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| Of the day when the sorcerer will rise
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| Part II
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| A thousand years have gone, armageddon hasn’t come
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| Only the cry of a child echoes in the dark
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| Backwards goes time, as the stars are passing by
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| And nothing remains of this foolish man, except his fate |