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One silver cloud collapsed below the glow of a harvest fullmoon. |
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'Cause we're here to make an oath |
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and we'll raise our realm in a sky of maroon. |
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Our stratosphere turned dark; however, |
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the Western winds never stopped blowing. |
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All deceiving religions fall, we'll gonna close our hands, |
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and make our own way. |
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Ignite the wroth flames - |
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3 fires to the sky |
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Before the violence, |
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We stand before the most, wild beast. |
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We'll rape the peace. |
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Once again, |
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We summon you, |
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To join us all! |
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Standing upon the sand of the shores |
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was a Queen, with a crown, of 13 stars. |
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She worships the dragon above, |
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which exalts impiety in that wild beast. |
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Our father is here with us and we'll summon you to join us. |
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If we're bonded by jewels and blood on our fists, |
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then we hail you within kingdoms of mist. |
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Gorias! (The silver sword of the moon) |
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Finias! (The flaming lancet of the sun) |
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The winter zephyr warps the power of Sessair |
