| Watch out —
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| There’s a cry from Atlantis
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| Takes the wind by surprise
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| Voices so demanding
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| Thunder swarms the skies
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| To the north of horizon
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| Over mountains at east
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| There’s a call to the lost ones
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| From the elders deceased
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| We’re chanting — They’re chanting
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| It’s in a tear — Outside a prayer
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| Without form it’s haunting the air
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| It’s in a kiss — within a bite
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| It brings the darkness into light
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| The chanting of the priests
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| The chanting of the priests
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| Watch out —
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| It’s a song for Olympus
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| Cracks the morpheus dream
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| It oozes the ozone
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| Heavenly screaems
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| By the golden waterfall
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| Through the fog on the ice
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| There’s a voice in the shell call
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| It’s demanding precise
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| We’re chanting — They’re chanting
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| The chanting of the priests
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| Yells ascend into the sleeping
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| Screech the hawk relpies
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| Shudders pound the marching hearts
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| In reborn synchronize
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| Held in force the feeding prism
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| Triangle diaboli
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| Catalogues the souls inside
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| The city in the sea
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| Watch Out —
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| Where there’s life without presence
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| There’s a voice without sound
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| Deep inside you can’t feel it
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| Yet it’s all around
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| Through the eye of the pharoah
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| To the tombs in the sand
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| There’s a force in the distance
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| Calls you to the sacred land
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| The chanting of the priests |