| Slave of the saviour
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| has got the chains broken
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| has found it’s temper
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| from the slit of evil sword.
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| Lonely one is calling me to the company of guide
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| awakening my instincts
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| on cold winter night.
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| Blood runs as the young heart beats
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| feeds hunger with steaming meat
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| leads me into the extacy
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| ah… In Fullmoon Dream.
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| So Now i praise this night
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| and the moon of winter
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| cold pale light
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| shining like silver
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| Human mind is awakening
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| to the burning light of sun.
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| From the Fullmoon Dream
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| to the prisoner of self-pity.
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| 'Til the moon will turn to full
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| again so powerful
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| it leads me into the extacy
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| ah… in Fullmoon Dream.
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| Slave of the saviour
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| has got the chains broken
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| has found it’s temper
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| from the slit of evil sword. |