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Here we stand, on some lost and lonely shore |
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All that's left to us, empty thrones and broken swords |
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Shall we watch the sun throw itself into the sea? |
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Shall we open our veins and bleed? |
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Here we stand alone, empty days |
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Here we stand alone, never saved |
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See the world, watch her shake with rage |
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At this mass of fools, who mock her holy stage |
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She will spit them out like so much dust |
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For this is the age of gold, not blood or love |
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Here we stand alone, empty days |
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Here we stand alone, never saved |
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See the horseman ride in from the sea |
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See the Wildhunt through the trees |
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A hand shall come down and tear out the last page |
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The final act of the final age |