Enthralled into the dustwind
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Crusaders of a lost battle
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Warned by a thorn of war
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Jeweled in their own blood
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Yarns of fugitive elements
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In distance to the thorncastle
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Empire bricks thrown to the soil
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Sharp and poisonous thorns
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Pure it is, like defenseless spring births
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Unpleased by a sudden nightfall
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Turned its back on love and life
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And made it all unpure
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Lovesongs of the dove, seen through
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Time of what he song
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A messenger of the nourishing light
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Were attacked of enemy ravens
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So therefore, it song no more
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Pearlgate servants, in the end you gather
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In the clouds beyond clouds
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Foundation walls of the raising temple
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Prisoners of a time that was
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Promised sentences long before years
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Came to join the hearse that rode
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And will always ride
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In the hearts of them, historical plague
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Born Of The Flickering
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| Old Man's Child |
