| Beneath the scalding desert sun
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| Marchers are only clinging on to life
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| He leads them through the scorching sand
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| Raven of
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| Up to the city gates, he leads them onward
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| Then comes betrayal from above
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| The warriors march to join his cause
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| The walls are silent as the grave
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| Advancing soldiers flank each side
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| Of men that don’t know where to hide
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| And on the golden scratches comes the
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| And the birds, they scatter to the sky
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| Black wings, the spirit soaring high
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| Now the blood is soaking through the time
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| Let your arrow of mercy fly
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| And as they leaped into the sky
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| The leering crows won’t let him die
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| But there’s a in the air
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| Black clouds are falling, growing scarce
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| No more salvation and no journey onward
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| Watch his soul begin to die
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| Tears in every open eye
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| Sleepless spirit, leave the world
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| the arrow, don’t despair
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| See it fly from air
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| Such a dark burden to bear
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| And the arrow hits its target true
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| Hex-marked
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| Now the birds won’t take his soul from you
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| And one day he’ll be born anew |