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Look at this field my son |
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Deserted, empty place |
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Where the dead silence feeds on lost whispers |
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There was a Kingdom here |
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A City full of life |
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Songs of its praise were being sung by the mountains |
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Oh, listen to them now |
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People felt strong and powerful |
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Proud of their wealth |
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All of them believed they were kings of the whole world |
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They started to take more |
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And crossed the borderlines |
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Called themselves gods above everything and everyone |
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Oh, listen to them now |
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Faster and faster |
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Higher and higher |
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Great temples of gold grew taller and glittered in the sun |
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Gods, too sure of themselves |
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Never lost their pride |
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Even when the altars and monuments started to collapse |
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Oh, how quickly they died |
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Oh, how quickly they turned into |
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The dust of the forgotten land |
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Listen intently |
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Souls are crying |
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This is the song of the forgotten land |
