| Open your eyes, look at the world,
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| ain’t it perfect as the life seems to be?
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| Turn the lights off, realise the truth:
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| there is smell of blood!
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| Gold-fingered kings in a circle of fire
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| have burned the secrets of an unholy spell.
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| But there’s a place where the myst is still alive
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| and the magic has never fallen!
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| L’empia realtà risorge.
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| Bianca luna, domina!
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| Dragons fly on the dark lands of the night,
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| at the end of the time, in the never ending skies!
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| Full of corruption, within destruction,
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| the power of mankind has blackened the wisdom.
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| Praying for salvation in their superstition,
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| the men are gonna lose their mind!
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| Black knights are coming with magical powers,
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| fighting the blood-painted angels of light.
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| Join the evils of the darkest lands,
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| be one of us, or be damned!
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| Buie realtà svelano
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| verità mistiche.
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| Dragons fly on the dark lands of the night,
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| at the end of the time, in the never ending skies! |