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Standing lost at a crossroad |
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Life is lying in my hands |
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Faith is calling above us |
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And who can tell when the world will end |
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Time will choose only one man |
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Only one must grow old |
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We can both see it coming |
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And we know, it's been told |
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Passing through centuries |
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My mind growing weaker |
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Whose fate will be sealed |
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The gift of growing old |
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Only the strongest one |
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Will make it to the end |
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The final gathering is at hand |
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The time has come, there will be one |
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To stand the trial and the test of time |
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Another lifetime is on the other side |
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We're the last ones standing |
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Only one must fall |
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By the sword it settles |
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And we know it's been told |
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As the sreel rings through the night |
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I strike the deadly wound |
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We both see it's coming |
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And I know |
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I'm the chosen one |
