| Sacred war breeds devils' martyrs
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| Our reckoning raises banished masters
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| In the iron-grey apocalypse
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| Among the leaves of autumn’s dead
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| Heroes have been born again
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| In the temple of holy lands
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| In the iron-grey apocalypse
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| Among the trees of autumn’s end
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| Heroes have been hanged again
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| In the temple of internal lands
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| Sacred war…
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| Never to weep at the boldest of graves
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| But there to find, our blood-gift remains
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| The treasure and the atrocity
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| The blackened shades of ages' night
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| Never to weep at the boldest of graves
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| But there to find our life-gift remains
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| The treasure and atrocity
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| Blackened waves of ages' night
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| Sacred war breeds devils' martyrs
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| Our reckoning raises banished masters
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| Sacred war breeds devils' masters
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| Our reckoning raises banished martyrs
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| Amidst the tree of autumn’s end
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| Horrors have been born again
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| In the temple of internal lands
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| The New Jerusalem falls and stands
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| Amidst the trees of summer’s end
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| Heroes have been hanged again
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| In the temple of the holiest lands
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| The New Jerusalem falls and stands
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| In the iron-grey, we part our lips… |