| We hear their screams, great mountains
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| By way of a symbol of great ground
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| They tower over in your life, they had been watching you
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| Defending you
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| Making your water in heavy clouds
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| Giving greens to you, the law for the living
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| But devil’s are blighting for heartless souls
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| You’ll be touched with rage of mountains
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| They’re gutted and processed by your hands
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| But they don’t cry, keep silence
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| Silence is just warning of screams of revenge
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| Everything is your sins
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| Sreaming from snows, rains winds, they had been watching you
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| Feel an act of treachery, don’t forget ! |
| This roar, raging mountains
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| They’ve been broken by devil’s of desire, the air has been burned out
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| Feel the voice of sacrifice, wath desolate thier shapes
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| Don’t repeat the same sins
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| They’re rouse, tear up the sky, call for the clouds of blood
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| Madly sways the grasses and trees, hang grim air over you…
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| Rage of mountains |