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Many have walked upon this path before me. |
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Many have been tricked, but |
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I was not. |
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Here many spirits are haunting me. |
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I feel the untouchable fear. |
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It is empty but my eyes still see, although they are covered by tears. |
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I still hear the screams of sorrow. |
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This is the beauty that fills my soul. |
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In our hands we carry the ancient flame. |
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The most powerful weapon of all times it is. |
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We walk in the footsteps of our ancestors. |
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They who once proudly came here to die. |
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We are at the same place, but yet another age. |
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Certain things will always remain the same. |
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We are now falling into other souls. |
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They are so many but yet alone. |
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Everything we pass are scary piles of pain. |
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That who has been will be burned into our brains. |
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Unbreakable are the chains of our memories. |
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Never will |
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I be the one who denies to see. |
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Still I am able to touch the fear. |
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Screaming are the thoughts who call upon my soul. |
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Love is not all and will not come to you here. |
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Here the silent sorrow tells the whole story. |
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Now I can see that very spot to myself. |
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Nothing about this sacred place have |
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I forgotten. |
