N Ap ertiaNoK al ruep, SerdneT tnaved L
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Towers escaping by millions on floating platforms
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Glowing from lunar reflection
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Among these astral bodies, resides a faerie
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Weaving on a star, empress of space and time
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It's a feeble attempt, to overcome the throne
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Since the dispersion of the Orb
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Mid-season of the coloured rains on Arthrone's kingdom
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Cowardness of the loathsome guards of this empire
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A ball of fantasy disappearing in shadows
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Behold, the fall of Arthrone
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A goblin smiling by a flash of rune
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The being of nothingness part with his domain
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Vast extent of already forgotten beats
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Observing his face with its impregnated ugliness
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Crying under the whinning moon
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Dances the scarlet viper of our writings
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On the stones, soon to be angels
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End-season, ashes and ruins for the rose
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Myrmidon, this only bird in the wind
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Source of lightning, reflection of the warrior
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Behold, the fall of Arthrone
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The quiet dawn of a tired sunset
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Solemn scorn, all that is given to us
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O, L engcr sed stnaSiup es treum
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DnauK L enuL aruelp r siamaj
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L serteKna es tnorderp ne selioT
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Lerorua esucicnehs snad nu reheuoK ed licloS
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O, L engcr sed stnaSiup tse trom
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Siuped L noitrepsid ed LebrO
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Ctse L serte iuK Stiufne ne snoiLim ed seLeKrap setnativel
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The Fall Of Arthrone
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| Unexpect |
