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We're back |
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To times of fears and mysteries |
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I think I'm unable to understand... |
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The walls that fate has laid out for me... |
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Ancestors |
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Let me ask you the questions |
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Replace our frustrations |
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Your wisdom revelations |
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Will get us free of our convictions... |
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We have reached the last meridian |
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While we drifted against the streams |
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We have given up our existence |
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We may perish just for a dream... |
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Lost dreams... |
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Coming through the centuries |
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Spirits of great kings sent their legacies... |
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Standards were placed in the wrong hands |
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Stained by conspiracies |
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By force, they were suddenly stolen by force |
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Divested of the values that once made us |
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Feel proud of them... |
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Decisions have been already taken |
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Luck has been pushed by the same spectres |
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Time puts everyone straight |
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But the bird of ill omen is flying over our heads... |
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Sold |
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We have been... |
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For nothing... |
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We have been sold down the river... |
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Hungry wolves are devouring us |
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We can't find no lights through these everlasting walls... |
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Decisions have been already taken... |
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Never mind if they were mistaken |
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Go! |
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Black marks are strongly impressed on my mind |
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We are gnawed by the uncertainties |
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But everything is beginning to make sense |
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With the colder wings... |
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... That brings the airs of truth... |
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... Perhaps the answers doesn't like you... |
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Winds that full the airs with fumes |
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... Coming from our past remains |
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Winds that turn the sky as black as... |
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Black colours stained the standards we gave up in past |
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Now we have lost our identities |
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Now we are sons of a kingdom uncrowned |
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Unbron |
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Reborn in the centuries... |