| Domes of crystal, spires of light reach out
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| Symbols of attainment once aspired
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| A quest for knowledge fuelled by love of peace
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| People never burned by fired of war
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| The people of the East
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| Grew tired of peace
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| Now mistrust and fear
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| Are new to us here
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| Storm clouds gather
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| Mistrust turns to hate
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| A confrontation none could forsee
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| Machines of peace melt down for tools of war
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| One thousand years of peace destroyed
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| The people of the West
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| Though war they detest
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| Had nowhere to run
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| So the killing began
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| Three score and four years
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| Battle raged on high
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| Once proud and mighty
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| Prepare now to die
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| Destroyed by corruption
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| Pretention and greed
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| Atlantean achievements
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| Dispersed as dry seeds
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| Blown by the winds of change
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| Long fell the shadows
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| Across their land now bare
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| In ruins lay the towers
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| That crowned an island fair
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| Laid low in death throes
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| A race once true and right
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| Their power now their ruin
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| Their downfall their might
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| Narrator: Gathering together the treasures of
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| Their wisdom and culture
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| The guardians constructed a vast computer
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| Protected by an awesome and terrible device
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| Shrouded in a silicate crystalline dome
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| The Sentinel
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| The ultimate keeper of the Peace
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| Too late to save their own
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| Put there to guide a future race
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| Survivor: By my own hand, and the hands of others
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| A nation on it’s knees
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| No brothers, sisters, friends, lovers
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| No mountains, rivers, trees
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| Forgive us for we know not what we have done
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| Narrator: And storms raged over the barren wastelands
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| Of the once fertile plains of Atlantis
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| And the sea crashed upon the shores
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| And the land crumbled upon itself
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| The vast dome, the only remaining structure
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| On the dying continent, shuddered and sank
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| Slowly to the depths of the ocean… |