| The siege falls silent
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| Drape our flag upon the Titan throne
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| As day turns to night, the flames illuminate
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| Tired eyes, yet still alive
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| Without reprieve, we let the wounded bleed
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| The absent crown will bring their walls down
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| Virton, he beckons for our withdraw
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| His weapon charged to
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| Purge this world and burn the skyline
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| Rinse my blade with rain
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| Cascading water, it pours from fractured steel
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| So high above
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| I feel the storm approaching
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| It turns to face us
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| Hydrus has blessed us with cleansing victory
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| The worlds which we burn are the worlds which we deserve
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| With holy fire, I desecrate the throne
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| The endless eyes upon my weapons deep within a burning pyre
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| I forge more power from dead kingdoms
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| Without reprieve, we let the dying sleep
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| This shattered crown, it’s dust consumed by endless rainfall
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| Purge this world and burn the skyline
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| As long as we breathe, they shall never know peace
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| Centari stars begin to rise
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| They strain our eyes
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| The worlds which we burn are the worlds which we deserve
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| Freedom forgone
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| Blur their vision from the chaos
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| Run and hide or stand and have your
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| Freedom forgone
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| We must remember
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| The old world still remains deep within us
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| Freedom undone
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| Blur their vision from the chaos
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| Run and hide or stand and have your
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| Freedom forgone
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| We must remember
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| The old world still remains deep within us
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| Purge this world and burn the skyline
|
| Rinse my blade with rain
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| Cascading water, it pours from fractured steel
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| So high above
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| I feel the storm approaching
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| It turns to face us
|
| Hydrus has blessed us with cleansing victory
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| The worlds which we burn are the worlds which we deserve
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| Freedom forgone
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| Blur their vision from the chaos
|
| Run and hide or stand and have your
|
| Freedom forgone
|
| We must remember
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| The old world still remains deep within us
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| Freedom undone
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| Blur their vision from the chaos
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| Run and hide or stand and have your
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| Freedom forgone
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| We must remember
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| The old world still remains deep within us
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| We feel it in the air
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| Nature’s empty stare
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| Unrelenting carelessness
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| Alive, with no heart
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| We see the burning fear in their eyes
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| Let’s make it hurt
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| I’ll make this hurt
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| We take away their mind
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| Bodies so broken
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| Left to wander this wasteland
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| Ghost of Acheron
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| Amyntas, I know you hear me
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| Dead or alive
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| Freedom forgone
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| Blur their vision from the chaos
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| Run and hide or stand and have your
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| Freedom forgone
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| We must remember
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| The old world still remains deep within us
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| Freedom undone
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| Blur their vision from the chaos
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| Run and hide or stand and have your
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| Freedom taken away forever, I hope you relish in your final sunrise |