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Riding towards the war, |
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Like noble ancient knights. |
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Down on their knees they fall, |
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Before the evil eyes. |
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[Solo] |
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The symbol of salvation under darkened clouds, |
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Facing demons that fell from above. |
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The legions of pure evil marching through our world, |
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And the eyes of the grave turn so cold. |
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The modern martyr calling from the lost millennium. |
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Trust in the word and they, |
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Die by the crucifix. |
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Drifting further away, |
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Into a night of mist. |
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Preachers of the fallen temple, |
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Struggling on to raise the crucifix. |
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Disciples worship icons in their church of gold, |
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While the masses keep walking on by. |
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Scriptures of wisdom fading on the walls of stone, |
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As a flower when winter arrives. |
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The modern martyr calling from the lost millennium. |
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Riding towards the war, |
|
Like noble ancient knights. |
|
Down on their knees they fall, |
|
Before the evil eyes. |
|
Preachers of the fallen temple, |
|
Struggling on to raise the crucifix. |
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[Solo] |
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The choir of angels standing by the monument, |
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Singing praise lead by this harmony. |
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As darkness falls in the protected paradise, |
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The world outside still waits for the feast. |
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Trust in the word, and they, |
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Die by the crucifix. |
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Trust in the word, yes they, |
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Die by the crucifix. |
|
Drifting further away, |
|
Into a night of mist. |
|
Riding towards the war, |
|
Like noble ancient knights. |
|
Down on their knees they fall, |
|
Before the evil eyes. |
|
Preachers of the fallen temple, |
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Struggling on to raise the crucifix. |
