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Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk |
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Fires in the distance, make shadows dance |
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Under this |
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Blood Red |
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Sky, a million martyrs died |
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And beneath the pale moon's face |
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They shall |
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Again Arise... |
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Some things are best left in dreams |
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Reality, can be a cruel mistress |
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Are your lessons learnt?... |
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Chapters close, veins collapse |
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A passage ends, |
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A rite is earnt... |
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Their Blood hath quenched the land |
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Their spirit has set the stone |
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And forever the |
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Pagan lands shall cry |
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With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary |
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Let no man for his sins atone our days of |
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Glory have gone... |