| Undying Sun of Native Land!
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| The blood is not as purple as you are
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| The clouds of smoke
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| Are black stains on your body
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| The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas
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| Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains
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| With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders
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| The sword crashed down on the defenders' land
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| Undying Sun of Native Land!
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| The blood is not as purple as you are
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| The clouds of smoke
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| Are black stains on your body
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| The land was burning with sorrow and wrath
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| And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart
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| I close my eyes
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| No way. |
| No escape
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| From the cries and moans
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| The land was burning with sorrow and wrath
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| And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart
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| I close my eyes
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| No way. |
| No escape
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| From the cries and moans
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| Oh, mighty gods, where are you
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| Suffering and pain set in on our land!
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| Oh, mighty gods, where are you
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| (turned away, forgot, don’t see)
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| Suffering and pain set in on our land!
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| We asked for protection
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| You did not hear us
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| We prayed for salvation, but —
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| You did not answer our prayers
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| No answer, hence, no hope…
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| Oh, mighty gods
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| With your name on our lips
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| Our warriors went to the world of darkness
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| No answer — hence —
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| No hope…
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| THERE IS!
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| The god will die without a man
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| But will a man die without a god?
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| No, no!
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| And we will prove it… |