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Can you feel it? It's approaching now. |
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Your body without response can only embrace the silence. |
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The monoliths are illuminated under the thin moonlight, |
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the prayers were flooding the temple, |
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already can't feel the breeze of the night yet. |
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You will not feel the roar of the storm in your skin, |
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the heart doesn't remember the call of the battle. |
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Time and the space, they are stuck in sounds of cataclysm. You initiate your way beyond. |
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The path of the times appears before you. |
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Everything you know gets lost, |
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a star leads you to Heleim's Throne, |
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the trumpets now acclaim your arrival across the gates. |
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Length is the path that governs your way, darkness covers your soul |
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the shades of the spirits that have always been inside you. |
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Everything kneels down before you, |
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your brands are distinctive of nobility. |
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The empires yield under your absolute might. |
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Your inside, nobody knows about you. |
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Cold like the steel that you clutch, |
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your hands are stained with blood and now you prepare yourself for the glory. |
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Length is the path that governs your way, darkness covers your soul |
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the shades of the spirits that have always been inside you. |
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The monoliths will continue being illuminated by the moonlight, the prayers were resting in the temple. |
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And your essence will be part of the roar of the storm |