| We’re the heritage
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| of immortal days
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| in flames and shades
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| we forged our way
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| Through the ices of north
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| and the sands of the sun
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| we travelled in aeons
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| to let not fade
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| the flame
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| We’re descent of
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| the immemorial age
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| a sea of light
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| a wisdom race
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| and chaos will be
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| with our rise
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| and that shall be
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| the beginning of time
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| From the gold of the heaven thrones
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| from the steel of the heathen swords
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| they will merge what is right and wrong
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| and bring perfection in this world
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| From the depth of forgotten tombs
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| from the prophet’s flesh and blood
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| they shall wake a shining truth
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| and forge perfection in this world
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| We shall sweep away
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| metaphysic’s pain
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| thou shalt not weep
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| another day
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| the end shall be
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| the start of life
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| the consciousness
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| of our kind!
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| As we have died in flames
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| for the flame of life
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| we’ve walked in snow
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| to fight the ice
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| existing on
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| the shadow line
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| we burn ourselves
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| to feed the light!
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| From the gold of the heaven thrones
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| from the steel of the heathen swords
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| they will merge what is right and wrong
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| and forge perfection in this world
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| From the ashes of ancient tombs
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| to the glitter of golden domes
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| they’ll unfold the words untold
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| and bring perfection in this world
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| of darkness and pain
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| In the flames of a million pyres
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| in the heat of a thousand fires
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| they will shine and they will die
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| deemed heresy their word
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| from the gold of the heaven thrones
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| to the circles of ancient stones
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| they will change what is right and wrong
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| and forge perfection in this world
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| Bound to the earth and led to fly
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| living and everdying
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| hated and doomed to the fire
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| keepers of the flame |