| Red suns burning slow
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| Inside the night, soft whispers echo
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| Tides of darkness flowing like stars
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| Crimson colours, paint our hearts
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| Behold the sky so distant and bright
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| Screams whispered, memories won
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| We are free to roam, destination never shown
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| Gaze those in mist, gleam in night
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| Without battles we dominate
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| The dying light of eternal grey
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| Above it all creations fall
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| Thunderstorm of rage, lead us to the void
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| Thorns and stones, swords for the moon
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| Screams whispered, memories won
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| We are free to roam, destination never shown
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| Gaze those in mist, gleam in night
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| Without battles we dominate
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| Under the clouds, in grace of night
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| We walk through the ashes and dust
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| In the failing light of the stormy day
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| Born out of thorns from dragons kiss
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| Screams whispered, memories won
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| We are free to roam, destination never shown
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| Gaze those in mist, gleam in night
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| Without battles we dominate |