| From the tallest mountain he watches
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| The serpent, the saviour, the eater of men
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| He who thrives on dead flesh
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| The phantom king hungrily awaits
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| The march of fallen souls
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| Rise from the ruins of your gods
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| Who will be guided by his song?
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| Who can prove where they belong?
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| I fear, certain death
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| From the ruins of pride, I am reborn
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| I’ll search through every stone
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| On every top I will climb
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| When I am there, the bells of triumph will chime
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| Clearing your view from a curtain of mist
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| Ruling the people with iron fist
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| Judge me not for those that had to fall
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| Cold benighted wastelands
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| Abandoned by the living
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| Cold, unforgiving
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| The fallen land reveals it’s night
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| Symbols of gods sculpted into the mountains
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| I’m the life of this land, the law is my command
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| Of your fallen and failed creations
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| The end of an era, a new empires birth
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| Descending comes the ones of old
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| Down from the skies like long time told
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| The fallen land reveals it’s night
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| Before the eyes of the people
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| A king falls to the earth
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| Shimmering steel ends an era
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| A new empire’s birth |