Lost in a land,on my spirit again,dead men are lying,rought on the ground,terrible scenes running fast,before my eyes.
The winged Kraan,stirkes one more time,people are blue in this horrible dark,this place of joy and of peace,
wasn't a dream.

In dark of the night,I can see my last scream.
Breaking the clouds,up to the sky.
Running fast with my horse,ti the king of Ramas.
Million of people,waiting for me.

RIT: Talking by the power of rings,was a legend wrote by my hand,
the city was take,and blood was a game.
Hidden for a thousand of years,the ribellion cause our tears,
a knight lost his sword,like a king without throne.

At the end of the day...

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