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After the battle is over |
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And the sands drunken the blood |
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All what there remains |
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Is the bitterness of delusion |
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The immortality of the gods |
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Sits at their side |
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As they leave the walls behind |
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To reach the jewels gleam |
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The days have come |
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When the steel will rule |
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And upon his head |
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A crown of gold |
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Your hand wields the might |
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The tyrant's the precursor |
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You carry the will |
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As the morning is near |
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I sing the ballads |
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Of victory and defeat |
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I hear the tales |
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Of frozen mystery |
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The new kingdoms rise / By the circle of the tyrants |
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In the land of darkness / The warrior, that was me |
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Grotesque glory / None will (ever) see them fall |
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And hunts and war / Are like everlasting shadows |
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Where the winds cannot reach / The tyrant's might was born |
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And often I look back / With tears in my eyes |
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Grotesque glory / None will (ever) see them fall |
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And hunts and wars / Are like everlasting shadows |
