| It’s been a long cold winter, widespread snowfall, raging storms
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| Cutting winds, delusions of our heart and soul
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| He came down from the mountains, into our own frozen world
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| Spoke of revolution, fed us with his words
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| A sacred man, from the other side
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| He gave us something to believe in
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| How could we be so blind?
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| His right hand gave us freedom, while the other stole our pride
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| Thought he had the answers, standing by his side
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| Tales of a world, not so far away
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| We got entangled in his vows
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| How could we be so blind?
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| Heed the seven signs
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| When the sun and moon unite
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| Fear Dark Winged messenger, dread his darkened words
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| A graven image shattered, a meltdown of our wonderland
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| As the sun rised slowly, we tried to understand
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| A sacred heart, lost prosperity
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| But we found a way back home
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| From dusk came clarity
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| Heed the seven signs
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| When the sun and moon unite
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| Fear the Dark Winged messenger, dread his darkened words
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| When the sun and moon unite
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| Fear the Dark Winged messenger, dread his darkened words |