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Inside a cryptic fog

I can hear weeping ghosts

In a land ravaged by pain

This tale begins with my voice



Sources of knowledge, never ending wars…

Chorus

I wish I could understand my story

Of distant men who carried on

Always chasing eternal glory

No matter if we had to kill’em all

Blessed by these great old oaks

Canalized through my soul

Can I speak this ancient tongue?

Where am i? Is this real or am I lost?

Spirits of madness, take me home

I wish I could understand my story

Of distant men who carried on

Always chasing eternal glory

No matter if we had to kill’em all

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Survivors, we are [x3]