| In nether worlds we wander
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| to find utopia
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| Is this the final answer,
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| where is the world we’ve known
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| Another fallen nation,
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| another dying sun
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| Where all the strange believers found their Elysium
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| And as the world is turning,
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| towards utopia
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| The universal silence calls
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| Warlords and steel gods, we’re on the march
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| Precious Alexandria, seems lost forever more
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| Crossing the deadly Gedrosian Wasteland, like hell on earth we’ll try to linger
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| on
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| Grave mother of majestic works From her isle-altar gazing down Who, god-like,
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| grasps the triple fork And, king-like, wears the crown
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| Envy of the gods, utopia faded, gone Envy of the gods, utopia faded, gones
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| A lust for higher power and the greed of men Drag us to this living' hell,
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| mislead by your command
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| Why are we here if we’re still alive God-chosen warrior a king without a crown
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| Three wishes are my last demand Let my powerless doctors carry me away
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| To my grave and down the golden lane
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| Let the world see my empty hands
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| Envy of the gods, utopia faded, gone
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| Envy of the gods, utopia faded, gone
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| And as the wind will carry the ashes to the sea
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| Left are the witnesses, the lost humanity
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| They put their trust into their faith and the unknown
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| Like blinded wanderers lost without no hope
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| Grave mother of majestic works From her isle-altar gazing down Who, god-like,
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| grasps the triple fork And, king-like, wears the crown
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| Envy of the gods, utopia faded, gone
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| Envy of the gods, utopia faded, gone |