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Time stands still in these ancient halls |
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Only the castle itself can tell what it keeps |
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Dark are the secrets between these walls |
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Hidden in shadows of death, while the sorcerer sleeps |
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Where is the morning |
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Where is the sun |
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Thousand years of midnight |
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The sunrise is gone |
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An old man marked by a life so long |
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Is sleeping so sweet while his magic is growing so strong |
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Waiting still for new times to come |
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A thousands years to see if he has won |
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Where is the morning |
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Where is the sun |
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A thousand years of midnight |
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The sunrise is gone |
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I |
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What has he done? |
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Why is he sleeping so long? |
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He wants to live for evermore |
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Soon is he young |
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And will he open his eyes? |
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When he is strong enough to rule |
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Back in our time goes the legend |
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Of a sorcerer so old |
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He drank the blood of the virgin to be reborn |
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Soon a tyrant will conquer |
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So spoke the wise |
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Of the day when the sorcerer will rise |
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Blood is his wine |
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The sorcerer is cheating on time |
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And he'll be stronger than before |
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Cursed be the sun |
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The women will weep for his fun |
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In the name of his magic so strong |
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A thousand years have gone |
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Armageddon hasn't come |
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Only the cry of a child echoes in the dark |
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Wards goes time |
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As the stars are passing by |
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And nothing remains of this foolishman except his fate |
