Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine:
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et lux perpetua luceat eis
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Silent see of dark and terror
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spare the planet from this terror
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white cold moon and Zaephyr's surface
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Salva me, Salva me, Salva me...
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I will swear I will call my hate
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and eternal rage
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She's ready to turn off her life's flame
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to free all his people from hell
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but no... he doesn't want to accept thos solution
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prefering to think of how he can escape
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Hundreds of them are now coming
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"friend" is now an ancient word
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there's no place left to hide in this white icy dungeon
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no way to survive of the
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close shadows' fall
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shadows' fall...
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And so she made her choice
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seeing Arkan fooling himself with lost hopes
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She left her lover's arms
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and crying she started to run away...
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to them!
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She looked at him praying... "forgive me!"
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but he could nost answer at all
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she was going to be killed by the
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mass of those riles
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now screaming and trying
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to stop all their pain
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'cause she would have been surely tortured
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by all of those religion's fools
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he was then obliged
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to shoot at his princess
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to avoid the brutality of his now...
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dead old friends
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She was now lying there
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dying in a lake of ice and blood
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while he, embracing her
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was killing them with his red eyes
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WHEN HER BLOOD RAN THROUGH THE DARK ICE
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THE SURFACE BEGAN TO TREMBLE
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QUAKES AND THUNDERS CLASHING EVERYWHERE
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THIS IS ZAEPHYR'S TRAGIC DOOMSDAY
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WHAT WAS UNREVEALED SO EVEN
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TO THE PROPHET OF THE LAST ECLIPSE...
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LAST ECLIPSE
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She was now lying there
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dying in a lake of ice and blood
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oh no... why she's dead now...
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No trace of life around
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What happened to his ancient town?
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He hopes it's not a dream
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but it's the sun now lighting him
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WHEN HER BLOOD RAN THROUGH THE DARK ICE
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THE SURFACE BEGAN TO TREMBLE
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QUAKES AND THUNDERS CLASHING EVERYWHERE
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THIS IS ZAEPHYR'S TRAGIC DOOMSDAY
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WHAT WAS UNREVEALED EVEN
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TO THE PROPHET OF THE LAST ECLIPSE...
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LAST ECLIPSE
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Silent seed of dark and terror
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spare the planet from hisd horror
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white cold moon and Zaephyr's surface
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Salva me, Salva me, Salva me...
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I will swear I will call my hate
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and eternal rage
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Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine:
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et lux perpetua luceat eis
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¡¡
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¡¡
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Prophet Of The Last Eclipse
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Luca Turilli |