| Ancient but not obsolete
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| Wisdom has grown through a hundred decades
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| All along on his own
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| Bound to the time forevermore
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| Scars adorn his face and skin
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| Crooked horns complete the shape
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| Thought that he had seen it all
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| Warning you to not repeat old faults
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| He is scarred stiff about he spots right now
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| Crimson clouds, blood red storm
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| Cosmic thunder, armageddon from above
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| He is the observer
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| The keeper of balance and control
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| He is the observer
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| Bound to the time forevermore
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| A winged monster from the outside world
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| Fire and ashes rain upon the earth
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| Like a predator stalks his prey
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| The ship hovers above the land of dignity
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| He is scarred stiff about he spots right now
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| Crimson clouds, blood red storm
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| Cosmic thunder, armageddon from above
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| He is the observer
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| The keeper of balance and control
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| He is the observer
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| Bound to the time forevermore
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| Old prophecies have come to path
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| He can sense the pain his race will feel |