| Meant to be a warrior
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| Freezing all the spirits of life
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| Last to see the walking heroes fading in the night
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| I will not ever leave you a shadow of fear
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| Still believe in anger and in pain I’ve seen light
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| This is not how to make a thunder
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| Can be lost in the sky
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| I can’t believe what it feels like under
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| It is lost in my way
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| Asking you to send me pieces
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| Of your silver and gold
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| Capturing your emptiness
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| Your battle and your war
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| I will live forever ever and more
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| You cannot be the one
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| Asking me these questions
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| That will ake you to my grave
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| This is not how to make a thunder
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| Can be lost in the sky
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| I can’t believe what it feels like under
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| It is lost in my way
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| To many people the place is burning
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| When you dazzle the floor
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| Around a piece made of gold and silver
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| Can I ask you why?
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| Sacredness is bridges to the night
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| No emptiness will ever be the same
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| Shadows from a war
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| Shadows from my war
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| Now I have the power to be cruel
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| And make justice right
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| Ever since the fire rises ind the crimson sky
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| Captured be the moonlight
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| Still I believe there is something to see
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| I will be the last one hear for real
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| When you are one
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| This is not how to make a thunder
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| Can be lost in the sky
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| I can’t believe what it feels like under
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| It is lost in my way |