From the ashes he returns
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Through the seal of the dark
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He looks upon the enchanting moon
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His lips are dry
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And crave for human blood
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Through all centuries
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We see the horizon clearly
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Deep in our hearts
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Under the shelter of a tree
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It lives in the well of time
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The ancient dread of non-existence
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Close your eyes, it leads the way
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(To the) Treasure throne of memories
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This is the emptiness
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This is life
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Make a final sign
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(And) Leave the world behind
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Nostalgia
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Carpathian Forest |