| It started long ago, when stories still were told
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| And heroes still defended their world
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| The centuries went by and all the stories died
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| And no one knew that magic survived
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| The last of the mage line
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| Conjured a spell that would live forever
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| A chant and a rift in time
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| He journeyed into the unknown
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| Whatever the future may bring
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| The magic will remain in all of us
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| Whatever the danger we face
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| Together we will all be strong enough
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| To find our salvation in life
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| To follow the ways of old
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| You can be sure in the one thing we know
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| Magic never dies
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| The kingdom of the night, against the mages might
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| Has battled since the dawning of time
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| With darkness all around, a ray of hope is found
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| To save us from destroying our world
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| The world will be at peace, the west and in the east
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| When people learn the ways of the light
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| And stories will be told, just as in days of old
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| And magic lives in all our souls |