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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

x2
Survivors, we are [x3]

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