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Hallowed be the fatherland
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god he knows
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how long I'd been away
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from here I did start for a search so
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full of decease
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I still hear my cryouts
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from the old cellar's inside
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Born in the days of medieval
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my inner voice
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is alway asking why
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I came from nowhere
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without a task, without a name
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no fear of evil
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fate, so god please lead me through
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forgotten realms
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mysterious dreams
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in sunless rooms I'd sworn
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I'll finish what I started, once
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I'll find my holy grail
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in the holy land
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Ref.:
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Returning of the miracles
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it's my own requiem
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the jester's tears
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they are inside me
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agony's the script for my requiem
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Returning of the miracles
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it's my own requiem
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is the script already written
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jester's tears I cry
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yes, I cry
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I went out of my mind
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in desert lands
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insanity's pawn
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out of control
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much too long I've been isolated
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from my thoughts
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enclosed by the leader's spell
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bewildered to marc
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as a glory knight
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and I tried
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Still I hear the scream of thousands:
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"Crucify, crucify
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Take it all
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our gold, our home, our life,
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but we didn't kill your Christ!!
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Reach out for your holy grail
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enslave us and make us
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your god's sacrifice!!"
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Ref.
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(Solo)
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Still I'm confused
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if I was dreaming
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too late I realized
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I'd been another fool
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I pay the price
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Returning of the miracles
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it's my own requiem
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the jester's tears
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they are inside me
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agony's the script for my requiem
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Returning of the miracles
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it's my own requiem
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is the script already written
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jester's tears I cry
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THE SCRIPT FOR MY REQUIEM
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Blind Guardian |