Impotently at the end of an era we assist
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As a last rampart we protect the ancient wisdom
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Our valour multiply our blades
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But this is not enough
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Falsehood and treason have reduced our lines
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And increased the ones of the enemy of the ancient gods
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Their thirst of lands and power will bring death and destruction for centuries to come
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The gods, offended by whom have blackened them, have forget us
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As two terrible dragons battle arrays clash
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One white as his prophet's livery, tint in nothingness and emptiness of his sentences
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The other one red, as shame and rage for thousand years of eggression endured
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Through sparks and flames, bloody rivers flood through the green plains
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The schock is terrible and many sons of the earth lost their lives on the field
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Brother they were, now full of hate infused by the priests of the god of the desert
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For a supposed difference of belives
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The white dragon dispers and disbound his enemies, divouring them with fierce
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Without mercy, without honour!
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And after our killing, they convert our sons with tortures
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They fill our sons hearts with fear and suspect, hate and ignorance
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Another era will have to pass over
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But nothing is linear in the circle of time
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The wyrd repeat himself and the forgotten forces will free themselves
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Gathering our sacrifice!
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Battle Cry
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| Opera Ix |
