| The sky is burning in this lonely land
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| And I kneel by the river and I feel the sand and the wind
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| The wind from beyond the mountain
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| The wind from beyond the mountain
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| And she comes to me in this lonely land
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| And looks down from the multi-beast on which she rides like the wind
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| The wind from beyond the mountain
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| The wind from beyond the mountain
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| Tela was born in a vulgar crooked hut
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| In the shadow of Wilson’s castle
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| Venomous scorn from a life of bitter toil
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| In the shadow of Wilson’s castle
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| Glory esteem fueled by her hatred it grew
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| Swelling to the point where it would
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| Burst at the seems there was nothing she could do
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| Tela, Tela, jewel of Wilson’s foul domain
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| Tela, Tela, jewel of Wilson’s foul domain
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| A lullaby the breezes whisper
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| And I look into her eyes and my frozen heart begins to thaw
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| And burn, 'til layer after layer melts away into a pool
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| A sky blue mirror of her eyes
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| And my soul is made of marble but in her gaze I crumble into dust
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| And drift away on the wind
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| The wind from beyond the mountain
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| The wind from beyond the mountain
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| Tela grew strong from her struggle to endure
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| In the shadow of Wilson’s castle
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| Time touched her wounds and shelter proved the cure
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| In the shadow of Wilson’s castle
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| Each passing day seemed to feed the brazen serpent locked inside
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| And liberate the spirit she’d concealed for so long
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| There was no place left to hide
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| Tela, Tela, jewel of Wilson’s foul domain
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| Tela, Tela, jewel of Wilson’s foul domain
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| A lullaby the breezes whisper |