At the final glorious battle
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Sons of human they will know
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What's the point of being human
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Through the fight with sons of mind
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Have no way to get some knowledge Dashing in the blood dishing chaos
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Have no fade to get some power
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In the days of fight to death
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Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the damn of heaven
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Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the rising of Patala
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Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals
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Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie
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And when the half of everything came,
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When the battle pass thought the top of horror violence
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Seven Atl'aman came from the dark valley of Earth
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And the chaos hadn't power to sign'em
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There was the sons with eyes full of fury passion
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Of there world and the languages gave the softness of their hearts
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These are by the command of Atl
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Standing up at the head of the army
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These are by the command of gods
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Will invite everyone
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Seven as one they will take
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Old the sons of humanity
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To the
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Final attack with the darkness and weakness of mind
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Shall we do know
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what's the point of holy visions?
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Want to try?
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Are you ready for blind?
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Shall we do know
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what's the point of crying and tears?
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Want to see are you ready to fill?
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Shall we do know
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What's the point of freedom and power?
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Want to see?
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Are you ready to lose?
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Shall we do know
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What's the points of honour and bravery?
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Want to try, are you ready to die?
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No.......................
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One! Will be down!
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Will lost! The everything!
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Great Pendulum! Will reel! Again!
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Everlasting pain! Do not! Leave them!
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Hold! By power of the wheel!
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At the hopeless deadly lines!
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You're as the stars now,
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Of ineffable creation.
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Fell down, to wail yourself
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Roaming though the dusk dimensions.
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Here, in the highlands,
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Battle will complete at last.
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Visionary dream,
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Become a horror weapon
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Here, at crossing sides
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Two forces tell the truth
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Of the innocent meaning of lies.
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Come here, sit here Return your will
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Things are blink now, visions make you to heal
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Sleep now, rest now,
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You're lost your wings
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Dream is real now indulgence in foolish it means
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[Vanoe's monolog]
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In the deepest dream going human sons, timely touches
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They great power, timely slides over it
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And didn't know what was that visionary meetings
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Blazing in the sacred spirit.
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Losing memories of the being, they had
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To woke the ability of magic nature...
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Because times by times the heaven over the mankind
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Will stay purely and cold as the phantasmal dream.
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Only little sparks of light are blinking somewhere.
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It will wake up and recall the hole sorrow madness of the dream.
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Blazing...small fire begins to grow up...
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Yes, too small but it's real fire
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A little hope that dreaming wouldn't go any longer.
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Slowly...slowly...the other sparks of fire
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Get the mists of Dragon Lore
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...now look! Answering to mists of lore another sleepers
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Begin to dreamed worry
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Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the damn of heaven
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Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the rising of Patala
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Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals
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Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie
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From Nameless Oracle
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| Tvangeste |
