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Our hearts lie not in heaven |
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Nor eastern desert sands |
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With eyes closed to your saviour |
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Our fate is in our hands |
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Great glass eyes look down on me |
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So lofty and so great |
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In your world we are filth |
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Toys of your lord to dominate |
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High spires reach for Dunor's sky |
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A misfit court of stone |
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Like flame upon the water |
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In stands there all alone |
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You say our ways are evil |
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That devil's seed we sow |
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Yet we have greater wisdom |
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Than you will ever know |
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Your lodging here is ended |
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Your welcome here is ceased |
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No honour left bestowed |
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Our open hand now iron fist |
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Ours is the kingdom |
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On land, up high, on sea |
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In jest we let you play |
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But now's our time for victory |
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The storm is ever brewing |
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A power rising fast |
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Lightning strikes our veins |
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As we see the bridge at last |
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As we ride the endless |
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The truth's seem only lies |
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The few that faced the fire |
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Honoured as the kings |
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Now we ride the deathless |
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Our kingdom has returned |
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Of fallen kings and heroes |
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Our children now have learned |
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Your lodging here is ended |
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Your welcome here is ceased |
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No honour left bestowed |
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Our open hand now iron fist |
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Ours is the kingdom |
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And this we proudly hail |
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Your teachings have no truth |
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Our heathen land will now prevail |