| In the distant North, beyond the Eastern Sands
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| From the winds of the South, far from Western lands
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| A shadowed throne He wrought, and the nine He taught
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| Of a future kingdom, of a distant time
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| The wise have sought Him, and the brave have fought Him
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| The false have worshipped Him, the true have revered Him
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| He whose fate, the spinning world lies
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| Within the mountains, far from ancient skies
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| And the dreams of an ancient sign, of a shadow far from time
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| And the priest whose next in line, bloodied hand on poisoned vine
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| In the light of the pure green ray, of the elder ones that stayed
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| And a world that’s far away, in a night where there is no day
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| Few have seen His dreams, or heard the silent screams
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| Chained to this world, Rex Mundi…
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| Lord of creation, child of the black sun |