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Right beyond the frozen lake of sorrow
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when they reached the ruins of Ayraklis
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losing their will and conscience
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they fell down trapped in a deadly sleep
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But not far the horns of hope were sounding
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raging moving every icy stone
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there where their lying bodies
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were now surrounded by ten shy little Gorks
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So the miracle saved them
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and they woke up again
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thanks to secret and unknown old cures
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based on magic plants
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Oh what wonderful creatures...
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only a few could see them
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only legends and old fairytales
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describing their cold far white reign
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WARRIORS OF THE NEW CENTURY
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NOW RISE
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HEAR THE SAD VOICE OF STARLESS NIGHTS
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WARRIORS OF THE NEW CENTURY
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NOW RIDE
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CROSS THE COSMIC SHORES OF MORTAL TIME
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So that dream spoke to the silent warrior
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rising now from moons of black abyss
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drinking the brew of wild herbs
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the special one's growing only on those hills
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She was there already cured and happy
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able so to kiss his lips again
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but sadly time was running out
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and all those fools were going to find their way
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So they thanked all those new friends
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leaving that mystic place
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setting off on their journey
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fleeing to reach a safer place
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When they came to the white lakes
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they could see behind them
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that enormous and ancestral black moon
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screaming visual pain...true pain!
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WARRIORS OF THE NEW CENTURY
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NOW RISE
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HEAR THE SAD VOICE OF STARLESS NIGHTS
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WARRIORS OF THE NEW CENTURY
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NOW RIDE
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CROSS THE COSMIC SHORES OF MORTAL TIME]
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New Century's Tarantelle
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Luca Turilli |