| Welcome to tha age of rising terror
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| Welcome to the time of damp, smoke and steam
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| The future is near, the future is here
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| A flash lights up the nocturnal sky
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| Brothers we sail the deep blue sea
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| To flee from a life full of misery
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| Liquid pearis of morning dew
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| Will glisten in silver
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| When the sun breaks through
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| We dance, we sing, we laugh and cheer
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| We raise our pints and forget our woes
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| Come my brother, come my friend
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| All bad times must reach an end
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| Tomorrow the sun will shine for us
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| The wind is right to leave this land
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| «Men stand up and be at hand»
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| Get your goods an chattels out
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| We turn our backs to dust and drought
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| We dance, we sing, we love and cheer
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| Fave the wind, taste the sald
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| Feeld the breeze, there’s no halt
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| Tomorrow the sun will shine for us
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| The clouds turn to black
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| The heat is up
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| The night comes back
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| Our life is on the edge
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| Of the abyss of righteousnedd
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| The opaque shimmer of a distant shore
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| The tune of life and ancient lore
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| The coast is near our place to dwell
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| Well tanked up and straight to hell
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| Morning dew is reflecting the fire
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| As it devours our wishes and hopes
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| Never give up, never give in
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| Sons and daughters stand the pace |