| What desolate walls are these
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| That rise up from the ruins
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| Hymns to a forgotten age
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| In centuries of strong sleep
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| What sieges, storms, and fire
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| Have they resisted in the deep
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| Where lies the tomb of Gods
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| Tongues of the Occident
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| Their magic is hidden, in ruin and shame
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| Resting, entombed within these ancient halls
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| Thou too sail on, o' ship of fate
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| Sail on, oh union, so strong and great
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| Humanity with all its fears
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| With all the hopes of future years
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| Humanity with all its deepest, darkest fears
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| With all the hopes of future years
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| Is hanging breathless on thy fate
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| Is hanging breathless on thy fate
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| Where lies the Gods of old
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| Men and women who fell from grace
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| The battle has sown another season
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| On a haggard and defeated fate |