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Monument covered in gray fog |
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Engraved ancient signs |
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Green light smolders |
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Ancient wisdom resonates |
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The message for truth released |
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From the lost past and the future |
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Smoldering with eternal life |
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Bewitched ancient Atlanteans magic |
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My hand touches the stone |
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The book of destiny reveals our fate |
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Iron in the fog |
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With the winter rime covered |
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Eternally suspended in darkness |
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Smolders and flickers waiting |
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From the day of victory and glory |
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When the White hand |
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Embraces its heritage |
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Voices, always heard |
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Words, always spoken |
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Fire, always set |
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Blood, always shed |
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Runes preserve the ancient tongue |
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Carried with magical aura |
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Eternally bound to the White hand |
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Neither day nor night is their home |
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Our forefather's voices ring in our ears |
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Their message lost to the modern day |
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Harbingers of lies |
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Poisoned your mind |
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Enslaved your heart |
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Imprisoned your soul |
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Gifts of falsehood became religion |
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Emptiness became inspiration |
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Brother, wake up, it is time! |
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Monument shrouded in mist |
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Gleams with ancient magic and power |
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Stars fighten the black sky |
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My voice and thoughts vanish in the void |
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Before dawn breaks |
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The stones will speak |
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Revealing their secrets |
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Awakened from our slumber |
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White armies cross the bridge of eternity |
