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[Falk]
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Jesus Christ I'm coming - terrestrial home.
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I'm allowed to guide their train
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to visit you in Rome.
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I am sick of preachers telling to be plain
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while you got it nice in here.
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They'd better feel ashamed.
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[Johann Adam von Bicken]
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Oh, ways of gold
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lead is into Your blaze of fame.
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Oh, are You waiting
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for what we have brought You from hell?
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[Gabriel]
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Glory of Rome, glorious home.
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Praising the king of the kings.
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Glory of Rome, glorious home.
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Reaching for haloes and wings.
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[Johann Adam von Bicken]
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Heading for the angels, heading for the feast,
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heading for salvation and the ruin of the beast.
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Let us fight the outcast, let us brin 'em fire,
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let us lock the center of their wicked, mad desire.
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Oh, ways of gold lead us into Your blaze of fame.
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Oh, are You waiting
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for what we have brought You from hell?
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[Gabriel]
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Glory of Rome, glorious home.
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Praising the king of the kings.
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Glory of Rome, glorious home.
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Reaching for haloes and wings.
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[Pope Clemens IIX]
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Holding in my hand: Seven parts of a seal
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to unlock the land of illumination I feel.
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And it's been foretold: after touching the light
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we shall lock the world.
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But now it's our time to transcend,
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the ultimate key in our hand.
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[Gabriel]
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Glory of Rome, glorious home.
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Praising the king of the kings.
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Glory of Rome, glorious home.
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Reaching for haloes and wings.
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The Glory of Rome
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| Avantasia |
