We gain power...
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Out beneath the nightly sky
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Squat down on the ground
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His breath warms up the wintry air
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The truth hurts, that he found
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He might be the chosen one
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The one, allowed to see
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God's eye for the human race
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That ends in misery
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Nobody knows...
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That it is real, nobody knows...
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It's so powerful to foresee
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With diving astronomy
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The light inside the crystal soul
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Protecs me from the wintry coldness
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But a dark might is on the lead
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And thy scares start to bleed... again...
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Nobody knows...
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That it is real, nobody knows...
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It's so powerful to foresee
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With diving astronomy
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The light inside the crystal soul
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Protecs me from the wintry coldness
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But a dark might is on the lead
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And thy scares start to bleed... again...
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Again!
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And Michael Nostradamus began to wander
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through Europe for the next six years, where
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he first became aware the awakening of
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his prophetic powers
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Divine astronomy...
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So god has found him weeping
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And weath flickered deep withis his eyes
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For thy shalt suffer
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As long ago...
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Sadness comes from deep inside
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There are so many shades of winter
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His breath warms up the wintry air
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Punishment to all the sinners
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Demenia slowly unlightnes the mind...
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So god has found him weeping
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And wrath flickered deep withis his eyes
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For thy shalt suffer
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As long ago...
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Your wish shalt be denied...
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So do you hear the echoes of the ones that'll slowly die?
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Prophecy fulfilled
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And torture comes at midnight
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A dark sign's burning brighter than the light
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So do you hear the echoes...?
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Out beneath the nightly sky
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Squat down on the ground
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His breath warms up the wintry air
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The truth hurts, that he found
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He might be the chosen one
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The one, allowed to see
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God's eye for the human race
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That ends in misery
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Nobody knows...
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That it is real, nobody knows... that it is real!
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Prophecy Fulfilled
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| Haggard |
