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City resting on a hill |
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Can your walls repel the tide of change |
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Under Pantocrator's rule |
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Did your golden domes reveal |
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The frailty of the consequence |
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The conqueror was real |
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Where the Emperor once reigned |
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Only shadows of the glories remain |
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No one sings your plaintive song |
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Of the Kontakion strain |
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Echoing through heaven's gate |
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Too lovely to sustain |
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We're looking back to see your frescoed walls |
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Where is the road that takes us to Byzantium |
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Once your borders had no end |
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And your dream was like a shining light |
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To the nations you surround |
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Did your golden domes reveal |
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The frailty of the consequence |
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The conqueror was real |
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We're looking back to see your frescoed walls |
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Where is the road that takes us to Byzantium... |
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We're looking back to see your frescoed walls |
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Where is the road that takes us to Byzantium... |
