| Wanderers under different stars
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| Of coldhearted ways
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| Embers glow behind their eyes
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| Their fortune flies
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| Far across the great divide
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| Where the lonely creature cried
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| Bitter legend lies in hide
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| In the void, reaching out
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| Resonate the words
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| Of pain and doubt
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| For when hope is all you have
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| To keep the flame alive
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| For when pain is all you feel
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| For your sustained survival
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| For when days have turned so dark
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| That blood is all that’s real
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| Think of those who came before
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| And let your sacred steel sing songs of war
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| They stir the blood
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| Of the battlebred
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| Of these lost and ironclad
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| When something bad
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| Risies, rotten to the core
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| Holy faith is but a whore
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| In this wasted endless war
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| In the void, reaching out
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| Resonate the words
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| Of pain and doubt
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| For when hope is all you have
|
| To keep the flame alive
|
| For when pain is all you feel
|
| For your sustained survival
|
| For when days have turned so dark
|
| That blood is all that’s real
|
| Think of those who came before
|
| And let your sacred steel sing songs of war
|
| In the void, reaching out
|
| Resonate the words
|
| Of pain and doubt
|
| For when hope is all you have
|
| To keep the flame alive
|
| For when pain is all you feel
|
| For your sustained survival
|
| For when days have turned so dark
|
| That blood is all that’s real
|
| Think of those who came before
|
| And let your sacred steel sing songs of war |