| While shaking the mists of slumber
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| I recall fragments of visions
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| The sights of a world in flames
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| A dying land, without religion
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| I’ve cleansed my mind and now tears are falling
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| I watch the light of dawn and hear the dark one calling
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| I saw the fallen angel, his throne of light and dark
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| I saw the faceless rulers and they all wore his mark
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| I’ve cleansed my mind
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| And now their tears are falling
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| I watched the light of dawn
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| And joined the dark crusade
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| Waiting at my gate of dreams
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| Wondering of what’s to come
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| A bloodred path in the virgin snow |