| I feel the cold wind on my skin
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| I see wandering clouds in the sky
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| Hostile they multiply
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| To the sound of the horn
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| How did we get here?
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| Where shadows devour light
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| And the oracles are silent?
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| Though the our heavy shields
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| Cannot stop the demons
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| We will fight for Rome
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| The Furies sit next to me
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| In the sleepless nights
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| Oh Gods
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| Before the day’s end I wish could see
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| The waves lapping on the shore
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| Maybe peace is in poor things
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| Without glory or fortune
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| I can see your maze of roads
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| As straight arms towards the end of the world
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| I can see how far are
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| Your gardens with the lilies sacred to Juno
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| Barbarian legions from the north
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| They walk like shadows
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| They walk like spirits in the mist
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| Before the day’s end I would like to know
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| The winds direction driving Life and Death
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| Embracing like sisters
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| Dancing endlessly around the world
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| How did we get here?
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| Where shadows devour light
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| And the oracles are silent?
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| Though the our heavy shields
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| Cannot stop the demons
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| We will fight for Rome
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| I can see your maze of roads
|
| As straight arms towards the end of the world
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| I can see how far are
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| Your gardens with the lilies sacred to Juno
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| Barbarian legions from the north
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| They walk like shadows
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| They walk like spirits in the mist |