| Journey far to foreign lands, across the plains and ancient sands
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| Unified and one again, when I return they’ll understand that…
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| Our story’s in the past and now the future is unknown
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| Will the once forgotten king arise to claim his rightful throne?
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| Will seven empires surely fall unless they heed the prophet’s words?
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| Because the one who makes the call must be the one to deal the strike of the
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| sword…
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| Impending doom, I lead the way, and send my wicked bird of prey
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| The messenger, my one betrothed, to spread the word…
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| Where night is day, somewhere in time, under the moon I set our sights
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| Onto the place where I belong, and storm the gates of Babylon, because…
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| As leaves of winter fall I journey further
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| To find myself and free my spirits burden
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| This conflicts aftermath remains uncertain, I sense a seasons change…
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| Then like a dream the raven stands appointed
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| Bearing the word — another king anointed
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| They took my territory and destroyed it, with time they’ll surely pay…
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| I was protector of the realm, without my rule thy kingdom fell |
| A victory eclipsed by pride, return to Babylon denied
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| I walk the path none dare to go, while battles rage on down below
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| Into the void your power burns, until the day I shall return |