Look at this field my son
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Deserted, empty place
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Where the dead silence feeds on lost whispers
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There was a Kingdom here
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A City full of life
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Songs of its praise were being sung by the mountains
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Oh, listen to them now
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People felt strong and powerful
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Proud of their wealth
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All of them believed they were kings of the whole world
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They started to take more
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And crossed the borderlines
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Called themselves gods above everything and everyone
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Oh, listen to them now
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Faster and faster
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Higher and higher
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Great temples of gold grew taller and glittered in the sun
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Gods, too sure of themselves
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Never lost their pride
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Even when the altars and monuments started to collapse
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Oh, how quickly they died
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Oh, how quickly they turned into
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The dust of the forgotten land
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Listen intently
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Souls are crying
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This is the song of the forgotten land
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Forgotten land
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Riverside |