| The aim of the serpent, the serpent’s creation
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| reveals itself now trough crystal spheres
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| He’s riding the waves as a real conqueror
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| colliding with ships, the ships of the kings
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| He owns… your sword!
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| The emerald weapon, the steel of the heroes
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| Flow the black tears of dark angels
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| Your blade is now serving the dark force…
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| the evil source of the unborn
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| the truth is there… in this hands
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| QUANDO CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE
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| DONETUR / Starless is my night, silent is my ride
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| trough the paradox of wishdom… to the sea of souls
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| Nel silenzio tragiche realta'…
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| FIRE IS BLAZING FAST ACROSS THE BLOODY RED SEA
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| THE SUNLIGHT IS FADING ON HIM / THESE ARE THE
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| WIZARD’S LAST HOLY SIGHTS… / THE WIZARD’S LAST RHYMES
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| We are reaching the brutal, the tragic dimension
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| led by reflections, reflectios of death
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| the ghost in the fog… wander lamenting
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| while violence devours my wasted brain
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| Let me… awake!
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| The astral bewitchement is the fatal witness
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| of created surge of chaos
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| I reflect the constellations’fall
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| Now close your eyes and fight blind
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| The moon is dying, don’t fear his might
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| QUANDO CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE
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| DONETUR / Starless is my night, silent is my ride
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| trough the paradox of wishdom… to the sea of souls
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| Nel silenzio tragiche realta'…
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| FIRE IS BLAZING FAST ACROSS THE BLOODY RED SEA
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| THE SUNLIGHT IS FADING ON HIM / THESE ARE THE
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| WIZARD’S LAST HOLY SIGHTS… / THE POEM’S TRAGIC RHYMES
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| Fierce blows the wind, infinite fires
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| on Elnor sea… hail to the king!
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| He died as brave, oh valiant hero
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| but so in vain, facing the storm… the storm!
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| And soon the snakes of the abys
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| swallowed the mighty woodship
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| while the waves of the bloody ocean
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| were reaching the walls of the falling town…
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| QUANDO CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE
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| DONETUR / Starless is my night, silent is my ride
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| trough the paradox of wishdom… to the sea of souls
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| Nel silenzio tragiche realta'…
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| FIRE IS BLAZING FAST ACROSS THE BLOODY RED SEA
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| THE SUNLIGHT IS FADING ON HIM / THESE ARE THE
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| WIZARD’S LAST HOLY SIGHTS… / THE POEM’S TRAGIC RHYMES |