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When the light begins to fade

And darkness spreads its wings

False justified crusade

Ordained by wicked kings

We are but pawns to them

They’ll make our will their own

To forge an earthly rule

Under one dark throne

In guise of holy purpose

Our freedom’s blood we’ll trade

For false security

Within this dark crusade

Young man waiting for the season’s turn

An old man watches as the candles burn

Young man waiting for the leaves to turn

An old man ponders as the candles burn