| In a crumbled city
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| of forgotten dreams and lost hope
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| Overgrown ruins
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| gilded in shadow and cloaked
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| This decaying glory
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| A once prosperous land
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| To the dead hearted
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| They were never my clan
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| The return of medieval sorrow
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| Fortify your own soul
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| Know the power of the flesh
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| Expand your deepest thoughts
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| and drown the weakness
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| We bleed our own path — unto glory
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| We cut the ley lines of the new millennium
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| Fill them from your veins
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| and let the sanguine
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| feed the earth
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| It is now ours! |
| And they will lament!
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| The return of medieval sorrow |