| Just close your eyes
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| Can you remember?
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| The generations not so long ago
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| I feel the shameless urge that we must restore
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| Our former king to his rightful throne
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| And with me lords and maidens
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| We wait for the chosen son’s return
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| I come alive
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| It’s a time for celebration
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| Our will to restore
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| Make our past become the future once more
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| Still he lives! |
| 2000 years have passed
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| And still we’re yearning for his return
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| We fulfill a wishful prophecy
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| And so the chanting begins:
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| Hail Caesar, hail Caesar, we render unto you
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| What is still yours
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| Share the wish as it must be
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| Our king and palace
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| Mode it be
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| Gods enslaved, traitors burning
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| Might and splendor forever return |