| Loren:
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| One winter morning I entered the gate
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| Turmoil and flashes storming my head
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| And I reached the other side
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| Blinded by sunlight I opened my eyes
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| Moor lands and brackens in front of my sight
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| Where am I? |
| This place is odd to me
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| This can’t be real must be a joke or a nightmare
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| Cause now I know where I am
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| Out of all reason this is beyond fiction
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| I think that somehow I travelled in time
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| Max:
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| I am alone in a cage without bars
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| I’m trapped in a world
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| Somewhere in the past
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| Insanity by my side I’m just a castaway
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| Lost in the grandeur of time
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| Loren:
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| 400 million years far from my home
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| Feeding myself of trilobites and moss
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| I must find the way I can return
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| Oxygen’s low but I’m able to breath
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| Remember the future my life and my home
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| I must find the wormhole to my time
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| I pray the lord take me away from this wasteland
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| But he’s probably not even born
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| No one will ever come I feel so helpless
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| Must get away from this primitive world |