[The valley]
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[Musica: Eddy Antonini e Roberto Potenti]
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[Testi: Giovanni De Giorgi]
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Once upon a time in a distant, peaceful valley there was a village
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in which people lived in love and friendship together.
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No one had to complain about anything.
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Men loved their women, and children were grown with the sweetest loving cares.
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One day, a foreign man came on the town.
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He was a friar. And really, a weird kind of one.
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He didn't talk to anyone, till he reached the town square,
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where he called all the people, telling he had something to say.
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"Listen to me! This valley looks like Heaven, but, believe me,
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soon the angels will be turned into demons.
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I'm warning you! Take care of your children,
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take care them far from this valley until they grow.
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Otherwise this Heaven will become Hell!"
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People didn't believe the prophecy, they just thought the friar must be crazy,
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and didn't listen any further, while he kept on repeating
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there was a curse hanging over their heads
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and that they should mind their children.
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Across that night, all the children vanished.
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No traces could be found. No clues. No children.
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They accused the friar, and took him to the shaman,
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where he explained the curse had become real and told them what to do.
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Only gnomes could bring the children back.
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So they had to create their gnomes.
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The only way to do that was to catch a child's dream.
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People brought the few remaining children to the wood,
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where the friar put them to sleep and entered their dreams.
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There he found the gnomes, and told them they had to come out
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and find the other children.
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Gnomes followed the vanished children's dreams
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and finally found them and brought them back from an evil nightmare
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created by a witch who burnt to Hell, won by dreams.
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Since that day children have been the most precious thing of the valley,
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and gnomes always kept on guarding over their dreams.
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[The crypt]
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[Musica: Eddy Antonini e Roberto Potenti]
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[Testi: Eddy Antonini]
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Thunders,
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the great sound of thunder
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can bring me back again.
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Lightnings,
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the colours of lightning
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can drive our soul insane.
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Music,
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the spirit of music
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come from a gate of world.
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Mystery,
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we are caught by the mystery
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until the next day is born.
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Come in this temple of fear
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I'm trying to save your life.
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Walk on the line made of tears
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'cause I'll be black and white.
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Don't be afraid, child...
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just give me one more time.
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Fire,
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the warm of the fire
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will burn the memories.
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Stormwind,
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we are lost in the stormwind
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they are really on their knees.
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Spirits,
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that shine in their limits
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quickly fade away.
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Monsters,
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fight against the monsters
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before it will be too late.
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Come in this temple of fear
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I'm trying to save your life.
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Walk on the line made of tears
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'cause I'll be black and white.
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Don't be afraid, child...
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just give me one more time.
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The Crypt of Montmartre is fading away
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the secret of Christ will die with our pray
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the poisoned tears will run through my veins
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please save from the dark the Crypt of Montmartre.
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The Crypt of Montmartre will burn with our pray
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and the time will sign the end of your days
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the legend of Devil will possess your heart
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please bring out the Princess from the Crypt of Montmartre.
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I'm trying to save us
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time has come
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but we really seem to find the way.
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No one can save us
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time has come
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we are really going to find this way.
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The Crypt of Montmartre is fading away
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the secret of Christ will die with our pray
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the poisoned tears will run through my veins
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please save from the dark the Crypt of Montmartre.
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The Crypt of Montmartre will burn with our pray
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and the time will sign the end of your days
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the legend of Devil will possess your heart
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please bring out the Princess from the Crypt of Montmartre.
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The Crypt of Montmartre is fading away
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come and save the Princess and the human race
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please follow the traces, escape from the dark.
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Mankind can survive in the Crypt of Montmartre.
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The Crypt Of Montmartre
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Eddy Antonini |