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The dust of the infinite times burries me

In a forgotten grave

Chained with time and eternal life

For such a long time

Alone in an infinitely cold

And almost completetly dark

The thousand year-old wrinkles on my face

And the tears dryed up long ago

Are being burried by the dust of an eternity

Till somebody opens the grave on a night

Finding the chained in the past

Ancient dark soul of mine

Blowing away the dust from me

And from the weapons laying at my side

The war starts again

So it had never ended

And the face gleaming on my sword

Is the one's who freed me

Such a familiar face...

This is my face...

I freed myself

Just as I vowed a thousand years ago

I came to pull down the gates...