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Just like the wind blowing from the south, |
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they brought us crimson skies and rain. |
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Jut like the thin ever changing clouds, |
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they shift in shape and meet themselves in storms. |
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We'll be the highest peak to rip them off, |
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we'll be the full moon to lighten this road. |
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Beasts on a leash, that's what they are: |
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body of a lion, head of snake. |
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Roaming a trembling land that floats on fire, |
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hiding from the gladius, biting us at night. |
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We'll be the highest peak to rip them off, |
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we'll be the full moon to lighten this road. |
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Beasts on the run, that's what they are: |
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body of a lion, head of snake. |
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"Face me, praefectus of the army of nowhere: |
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fight us! My troops for your tamed beasts. |
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I can sense the scent of battle, |
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I want to see how much we bleed, |
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before we die!" |
