| Marked with a touch of infinity
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| The desperate archer
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| Stained the bow with a legacy for future
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| Just several moments before his bloody end
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| The arrow hit its aim after the centuries
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| And it was my heart
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| As the candle in the keen autumnal wind
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| Hero’s life went out at inexorable battle
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| Side by side with his slavic brothers
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| His soul still lives in mine
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| His memories are part of mine
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| That deed lit the restless flame in my inside
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| Confined in presence I suddenly became it
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| Me, Niit’Ranian, created from the ashes of the hero
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| I rise as legendary phoenix to honour
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| And protect the rare heritage of the slavs
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| His soul still lives in mine
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| His memories are part of mine
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| The time exists no more for him
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| Who is marked with a touch of infinity
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| Created from ashes I rise as phoenix
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| To honour and protect the heritage of the slavs
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| Till the last breath… to the death |