| Three thousand years of sleep, but now i’m
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| Awake
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| The moments were divided by invertible pain
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| They seemed like years of torture and
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| Solitude
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| Despair and scorched in eternal fire
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| Far more glorious than you could dream
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| I ruled them from my iron throne
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| Oh mighty lord, oh mighty don’t let them
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| Forget
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| The fact, that they betray
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| Now that i’m back in the throne
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| I will never be all alone
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| I will make you pay the price
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| For locking me up inside
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| You thought i would never return
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| But one thing you should learn
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| A true king never forgets
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| You betray me
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| Three thousand years of sleep, but now have
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| Returned
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| A fleeting eternity, my strength regained
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| Black wintery dead, absent of color
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| Insect or beast, unmeasured by all life
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| The sufferings of man’s mortality
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| I should weigh the sands, the sands of reality
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| Where all these things could pass us by
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| But i will not be deaf and blind
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| All but my pride they gave me back
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| And the agony they do not show
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| This suffocating sense of silence
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| They should use their voice until it’s echoless |