| Our history torn to shreds
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| We stand at the crossroads of doubt
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| Where does go from the
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| Point of utter defeat and grief
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| Looking back to the lands
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| Where our history was erased
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| The makings of kingdom come we see
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| Through cold streams and through fierce winds
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| Our caravan ride on until the seas dry
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| Nomads on our own land, no place to lay our heads
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| Destined to wander forevermore
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| We ride until the mountains fall
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| At night when the stars are high we allow rest
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| And we dream for a moment, if only for a moment
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| A paradise awaits on the other side
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| There we will die and reborn again
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| Through cold streams and through fierce winds
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| Our caravan ride on until the seas dry
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| Nomads on our own land, no place to lay our heads
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| Destined to wander forevermore
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| We ride until the mountains fall
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| Hold on to your faith
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| Let go of your fears
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| Look forward to your life
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| Unveiling anew!
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| Through cold streams and through fierce winds
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| Our caravan ride on until the seas dry
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| Nomads on our own land, no place to lay our heads
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| Destined to wander forevermore
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| We ride until the mountains fall |