| A foreboding sign, as time turned a page
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| In a land condemned to night
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| The few men that remain, took to the plains
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| In an eternal battle for light…
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| No sun to brighten the way, nothing to divide the night from the day
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| No moon to sustain the tide, as if the planet itself has died
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| Yet the warriors still search on and on
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| Fire, to hold the flame, is a power they have yet to tame
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| Their need to survive, leads their way as they ride
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| And the warriors still search on and on
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| Farther across the Darklands, the Darklands
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| Men of will, surely damned, on a tireless quest across the sand
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| On the edge of a molten sea, is where the sacred fire is said to be
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| And the warriors still search on and on
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| Farther across the Darklands, the Darklands
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| The years gone by, in the blink of an eye
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| For generations they’ve been looking for a sign
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| …And the warriors still search on and on
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| Farther across the Darklands, the Darklands… |