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In the darkest shadows, under the black rocks |
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And ancient moss |
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Where steam arises from the cracks in the crust of ground |
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The spiteful dwell |
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Fast, fast, fast, fast, faster than the lightning strikes |
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Trying to make it in time |
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Hide, hide, hide, hide, hide from the bright demise |
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Rush away from the... |
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Midnight Sunrise |
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The night embraces these lands |
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People stand in a circle holding hands |
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A blaze over a peaceful summery lake |
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Enlightens their faces and gilds the landscape |
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Under cover of darkness they have arisen |
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And set their feet on the ground |
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As the people celebrate they head to their homes |
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To wreak havoc with their property |
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Fast, fast, fast, fast... |
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Midnight Sunrise |
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The night embraces these lands |
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People stand in a circle holding hands |
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A blaze over a peaceful summery lake |
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Enlightens their faces and gilds the landscape |
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The hourglass' sand stops flowing, currents stand still |
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The distant horizon glowing, a glimmer over the hill |
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Three golden kings come riding across the midnight skies |
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Three golden blades shining, a sight for sore eyes |
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Time stood still as sons of the dawn rode by |
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As the daybreak approaches |
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And the sunbeams close in on them |
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Horror fills their hearts |
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Running for their lives as fas as they can |
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In panic they flee |
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Fast, fast, fast, fast... |
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Midnight Sunrise |
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The night embraces these lands |
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People stand in a circle holding hands |
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A blaze over a peaceful summery lake |
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Enlightens their faces and gilds the landscape |
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Twelve golden hooves come smashing down on earth |
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And chase the creatures to the holes |
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Where they once were given birth |
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The ones who are not that lucky to escape |
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Are burning down to ashes in the midnight sunrise |
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Three golden kings come riding across the midnight skies |
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Three golden blades shining, a sight for sore eyes |
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Time stood still as sons of the dawn rode by |
