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praying to the wretched beasts maybe they can forgive the warriors of haunted souls and common mavericks sorrows of their inner lifes hope burned down in flames a king would trade his finest crown to get out of their way hearts will break a thousand times not even just in dreams guns will wait a thousand nights gone with the wind gone with the wind dying with their boots on the shadows of the proud still sounding in their ears the mating call of gold pla-ces of immortality millions sacred tombs no medicine will ever heal that never healing wounds hearts will break a thousand times not even just in dreams guns will wait a thousand nights gone with the wind gone with the wind upon a land where glory lies the might of suns and moons eternally under the sky covered by the truth when gods would lay their weapons down and no more war to fight you'll see em at the long horizon finally unite gone with the wind gone with the wind |
