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When the winds of ice are raging |
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And the sun departs for night |
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There's a thousand eyes upon you |
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But no one sees your plight |
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Oh no mercy hath the darkness |
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No love or heavens rain |
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You can feel the sound of anguish |
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Hear the cries of screaming pain |
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We are the guardians of the flame |
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Masters of the ancient rites |
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Our duty was ordained |
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To protect the realm of light |
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If you cross the gates of wisdom |
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Beware of the outer sign |
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Here the wolves of war are feasting |
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And on who knows what they dine! |
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Oh if your courage doth forsake you |
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Invoke thy masters name |
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We come with swords of fire |
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To banish the profane |
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Oh, we are the ones who check the forces of evil |
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Flames fly from our hands to engulf |
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The bastard called sin |
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War, rains through the skies |
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Our wrath shakes the pillars of heaven, now |
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The jackal is slain, fountains of blood drench the land |
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Come light up the torch, we have returned victorious |
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All's well in the world tonight |
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Sweet dreams from the palace of light |
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Sleep well, my children |
