| The swaying fields, the mighty seas
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| The shining truths, the darkest past
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| To let the beast be bound and still
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| Know he will break free and kill
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| The one eyed god of gods…
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| Then when this world is about to end
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| Rejoice in all the tales you heared
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| Rejoice the images seen of how, of how
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| The gods lowed this world
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| Trumpets roaring from a dead lung
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| Of death aware! |
| Cannot hold the blood and poison
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| Trumpets roaring from a dead lung
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| And what lies ahead dies beyond
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| The boiling earth, the decayed roots
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| Oppressive skies, the end dawns anew
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| Cold and cruel, coursed the silver moon
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| Wroth and grim, slain the golden sun
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| Serpent rises in stillness sleeps the sea
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| The wolf appease his hunger, slazing sun hangs low
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| Serpent rises, twilight touches the wandering soil…
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| The ravens settle down and the wind dies away…
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| Trumpets roaring from a dead lung
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| Of death aware! |
| Cannot hold the blood and poison
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| Trumpets roaring from a dead lung
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| And what lies ahead dies beyond
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| This dying world I understand
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| They hold its fate here in their hands
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| And so much did they love this land to spare the wolf
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| And thus no rivers will would run red
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| Until the prophecies would be fulfilled
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| Until the one eyed god is killed, but still wolf is fettered
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| Serpent rises in stillness sleeps the sea
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| The wolf appease his hunger, slazing sun hangs low
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| Serpent rises, twilight touches the wandering soil…
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| The ravens settle down and the wind dies away… |