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The big wheel of fortune

Crashed down to the groud

Terror broke thru' the city wall

We gathered our children and ran for our lives

Down in the catacomb hall

No sunlight no seasons

No bird song to hear.

Around the small fires

Fighting despair.

No talk of surrender

Sharpenin' our skills

Waiting for the moment

To strike back and win

Spirit of the night

You will be the guidin' light

Spirit of the night

You will be the guidin' light

Visions of freedom are fillin' my head

Dreaming of lovers by the lake

Sweet scent of flowers in young maidens' hair

Thanksgivin; days to celebrate

No fear and no treson

Laughter to hear,

Songs from the children

Filling the air.

Nothing to stop us

From taking revenge.

Bringin; bavk the treasures

Of placetime again

Spirit of the night

You will be the guidin' light

Spirit of the night

You will be the guidin' light

You will be the guidin' light