| I’ll sink my teeth into any of your spells
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| The future opens an abyss of forgotten realms
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| I’ll take my time while you waste your life
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| Enemies are the spirits of everlasting hope
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| You enter in the valley
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| To hide your shame
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| To find the fabled prophets
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| Dismembered on the plains
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| Your quest for valour haunts you in your golden dreams
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| The chariots drawn by hollow steeds
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| The last light you saw was the darkness in my words
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| The agents of hypocrisy preparing for their war
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| Banshees that yell
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| Harpies that tell
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| Battle cries of angels that only stories will
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| You enter in the valley
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| To hide your shame
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| To find the fabled prophets
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| Dismembered on the plains
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| Your quest for valour haunts you in your golden dreams
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| The chariots drawn by hollow steeds
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| The future opens an abyss of forgotten realms
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| The agents of hypocrisy preparing for their war
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| Preparing for war
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| You enter in the valley
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| To hide your shame
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| To find the fabled prophets
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| Dismembered on the plains
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| Your quest for valour haunts you in your golden dreams
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| The chariots drawn by hollow steeds
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| Your quest for valour haunts you
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| Your quest for
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| glory taunts you
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| Your quest for valour haunts you in your golden dreams |