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The air stroke our faces |
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In the middle of the night |
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In front of us a land in fire |
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And a thousand of men |
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Were fight and died |
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Take me on your strong shoulders |
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Wake up in your majestic wings |
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To make fall the night |
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In your red eyes |
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Is burning the authentic hell |
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Power should be |
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When I'd speak |
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These words |
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Fly in the dusk |
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Mistrust be your guide |
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Sphere... Titan... Fly |
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Our ways |
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Fly in the dusk |
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Mistrust be your guide |
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Sphere... Titan... Fly |
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Our ways |
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We fly we burn agent of the sky |
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Every fight is a run to the throne |
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We have to save our bones |
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Above this grey misty mountains |
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A war is striking the elements |
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The clouds are black and weigh |
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A holy light shines around us |
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Druids are in trance |
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Fly in the dusk |
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Mistrust be your guide |
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Sphere... Titan... Fly |
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Our ways |
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Fly in the dusk |
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Mistrust be your guide |
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Sphere... Titan... Fly |
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Our ways |
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Take me on your strong shoulders |
|
Wake up in your majestic wings |
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To make fall the night |
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In your red eyes |
|
Is burning the authentic hell |
|
Power should be |
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When I'd speak |
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These words |
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Fly in the dusk |
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Mistrust be your guide |
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Sphere... Titan... Fly |
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Our ways |
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Fly in the dusk |
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Mistrust be your guide |
|
Sphere... Titan... Fly |
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Our ways |