| Look at the dawn, shining clouds and mountains
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| The cold morning wind makes me tear and think of you
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| Let me breathe it once more this time without chains
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| Let me feel once more how much life you have on your lips
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| So kiss me
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| Look at the dawn, it could be the last time
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| The march has begun
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| Gates of steel and gold
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| The tyrant of Konstrukts this evening will fall
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| Unrightful King of the throne, the Nephilim’s henchman will pay for all
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| 691 sons were killed without mercy so… justice will come!
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| Trust in me as a leader, don’t be afraid
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| We will march for brothers and sisters murdered
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| Trust in me: together we’ll win!
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| Oculus domini, nobili animo
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| Freedom for the brave, hand-to-hand's what we crave
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| Ridin' for the land so these rocks will turn to sand
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| The tales will recall this glorious day
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| We struck evil guardians, they were flying blind
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| The only chance to break through the walls
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| Rain made of arrows and stones
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| Our shields were enchanted, unbreakable chrome
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| Trust in me as your leader so we won’t fail
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| We will march, the traitors tonight will dine in Hell
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| You’ll see: together we’ll win!
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| Oculus domini, nobili animo
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| Freedom for the brave, hand-to-hand's what we crave
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| Ridin' for the land so these rocks will turn to sand
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| The tales will recall this glorious day
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| When all seems so lost
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| The will can change your hope
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| A Warrior I know from the east now is coming
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| He’ll help us 'cause I spared his life
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| Like earthquake and storm we will scorch all this earth
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| And together we’ll push deep the knife
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| The Tyrant tonight surely dies
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| So the fortress is burning and the wine will flow with the songs
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| So raise your sword: the tyrant tonight will dine in hell
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| Let’s play the bells, let the world know we won, we’re free!
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| Oculus domini, nobili animo
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| Freedom for the brave, hand-to-hand's what we crave
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| Ridin' for the land so these rocks will turn to sand
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| Freedom for a world where oppression and pain
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| Are just forgotten words of the Nephilim’s empire
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| The tales will recall this glorious day |