| When the winds of ice are raging
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| And the sun departs for night
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| There’s a thousand eyes upon you
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| But no one sees your plight
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| Oh no mercy hath the darkness
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| No love or heavens rain
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| You can feel the sound of anguish
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| Hear the cries of screaming pain
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| We are the guardians of the flame
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| Masters of the ancient rites
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| Our duty was ordained
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| To protect the realm of light
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| If you cross the gates of wisdom
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| Beware of the outer sign
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| Here the wolves of war are feasting
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| And on who knows what they dine!
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| Oh if your courage doth forsake you
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| Invoke thy masters name
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| We come with swords of fire
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| To banish the profane
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| Oh, we are the ones who check the forces of evil
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| Flames fly from our hands to engulf
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| The bastard called sin
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| War, rains through the skies
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| Our wrath shakes the pillars of heaven, now
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| The jackal is slain, fountains of blood drench the land
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| Come light up the torch, we have returned victorious
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| All’s well in the world tonight
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| Sweet dreams from the palace of light
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| Sleep well, my children |