[lyrics: E. Holopainen]
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[music: E. Holopainen, T. Koivusaari & O.P. Laine]
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True Celtic power
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from the cape of Cornwall
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Cry of hope, angels cry
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This was omen, our sign, prediction
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Distant gate, gothic grave
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Through ages our clan still remain
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In this proud land I grew up strong,
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My tears are flowing all around
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The wind is twisting my sorrow
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I still believe in truth and hate
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All through my life I have carried our ring,
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The omen
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All this was the fragment from my life
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In this proud land I was born alone
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I was taught to fight, taught to win
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They told me the way of steel and secret
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I am the unburied child, child without a nam,
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Without fate,
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I fight for peace and love,
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I am reborn
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Signs from the North Side
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| Amorphis |
