[music: SPIROS/SOTIRIS]
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Preserved from the ancient years
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when Earth was just a newborn star
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The proof of a distant truth
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arrogantly stands mocking the wind
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guarding mysteries that man has not unchained.
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An emblem of power has remained , a fallen temple....
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Faded pictures all over the walls
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projecting a horrid state of sanity.
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Figures that don't belong to a human race
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Symbols and maps.
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Architectural miracles carrying the history of a race
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that now seems lost.
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[SOLO: CHRIS]
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[Chorus:]
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Fears born from the Past
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TEMPLE OF THE LOST RACE
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deep inside the heart of the pole
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an old ruler of the stars
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Buried in a chest from glass,
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the answers about our path.
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Eternal life can't rest asleep
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it lurks beneath as force of will.
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Ancient are the rules set on this world.
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An emblem of power will remaine , a fallen temple....
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[Chorus:]
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Fears born from the Past
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TEMPLE OF THE LOST RACE
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deep inside the heart of the pole
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an old ruler of the stars
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Temple Of The Lost Race
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| Septic Flesh |
