| And I watched the sun cross the sky
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| A thousand thousand times
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| From within this tomb of earth
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| Waiting patiently for the sign
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| To be called by those who would summon us forth to wander once more
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| Under the waning moon across the bleakness of the fens
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| Once, many centuries ago, we were kings
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| Of an age now forgotten
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| Our dominion absolute
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| Our realms bound only by black seas and cliffs of ice
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| By sword and fire, blood and honour, we exacted our rule
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| Commanding the landscape with dread force, bereft of mercy
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| Now, we can hear the calling of desperate souls
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| Who have stood and watched these ancient fields raped
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| Scars run across what once was ours
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| Through the dust of ages, rage stirs us to walk once again
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| To stride unbound and unfettered under a shroud of twilight
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| Our pales eyes surveying the rotten remnants of a once-proud kingdom
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| The winds howl, the trees shiver, the harriers scream
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| As our deathmarch begins again |