| Broken wings, a fallen king
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| Embraced this world and all it’s sins
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| The future’s dead and all my dreams stillborn
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| In bloody games and tattered uniforms
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| And from the north comes a steel-gray host
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| To purge my mind of all it’s screaming ghosts
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| An angel sings, an eagle soars
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| And the moonlight falls, falls like a sword
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| And an angel sings, an eagle soars
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| And the moonlight falls, falls like a sword
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| I saw a church, a whisper of purity
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| But it fell and drowned in a poisoned sea
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| And my eyes weep like melting ice
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| At a world plagued with human lice
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| An angel sings, an eagle soars
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| And the sunlight falls, falls like a sword
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| And an angel sings, an eagle soars
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| And the sunlight falls, falls like a sword
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| Alas, Europa, a museum for fools
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| And the storm gathers over you
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| And shall we wait beneath a raven banner?
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| They say this world leads to Heaven, Hell Or Valhalla!
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| An angel sings, an eagle soars
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| And the rain, it falls, falls like a sword
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| And an angel sings, an eagle soars
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| And the rain, it falls, falls like a sword |
| The lightning strikes, the heavens call
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| And love thrusts, thrusts like a sword
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| My hate is pure, a bloody thorn
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| My hate is sharp, sharp like a sword
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| The future’s dead! |