| See the plains lie ghastly silent as being frozen in time
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| A place of distress where evil still lies vigilant enshrined
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| Years that passed are now centuries and forgotten seem the
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| Fallen ones
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| But on lived the memories in the spirits of a battle sons
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| Chorus:
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| Hear the choirs
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| Is it the wind that brought back their cries?
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| Once forged in blood by tragedy
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| Sharp were the thorns of crimson death
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| Through the air again our voices whisper
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| And awake are now your eyes
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| For too long closed in slumber — but death didn’t prove our demise
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| By ages so dark we’ve been sculptured
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| As fragments of story and tales
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| As we haunt we are endlessly captured
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| And shrouded in the wind that here wails
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| Chorus:
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| Hear the choirs
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| Is it the wind that brought back their cries?
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| Forged in blood by tragedy
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| Dark were the thorns of crimson death
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| By ages so dark we’ve been sculptured
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| As fragments of story and tales
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| By the place that we haunt we are captured — Against
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| Eternity we can prevail
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| Chorus:
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| Hear the choirs
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| Is it the wind that brought back their cries?
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| Forged in blood by tragedy
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| Dark were the thorns of crimson death
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| (Backing vocals by Legion) |