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Sacred war breeds devil's martyrs |
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Our reckoning raises banished masters |
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In the iron grey apocalypse |
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Among the leaves of autumn's dead |
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Heroes have been born again |
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In the temple of the holy lands |
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In the iron grey apocalypse |
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Among the leaves of autumn's end |
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Heroes have been hanged again |
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In the temple of internal lands |
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Never to weep at the boldest of graves |
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But there to find our blood gift remains |
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The treasure and the atrocity |
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The blackened shades of ages night |
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Never to weep at the boldest of graves |
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But there to find our life-gift remains |
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The treasures and atrocity |
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Blackened waves of ages night |
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Sacred war breeds devil's masters |
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Our reckoning raises banished martyrs |
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Amidst the trees of autumn's end |
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Horrors have been born again |
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In the temple of internal lands |
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The new Jerusalem falls and stands |
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Amidst the trees of summer's end |
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Heroes have been hanged again |
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In the temple of the holiest lands |
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The new Jerusalem falls and stands |
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In the iron grey we part our lips |
