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As the rays of ruby sun falls
On the green, ancient trees - touch the black ground
cold ground..
The drops of fallen rain boils,
Reflect the crimson light around - with boiling sound
Boiling sound...
Dark, misty Lost empire

That peaceful land has no kind of control
It has been found by highly-moral men
Mighty Mind of West and Eastern soul they have
They're looking straight, don't hide their eyes;
Their eyes tell no lies...

Dark forgotten land, who'd create you?
Stronghold
Truly cradle of the valor - and the honor
All kind of damned
Can be healed behind your walls -
They'll see the dreams of Lost Empire - it gives them hope
The Dreams of Lost Empire - they tell no lies...

At that land you'll see the high and rugged towers
They touch the obverse clouds
But only those who called the chosen ones
Can enter them and find the peace - beside the crowds.

Dark forgotten land, who'd create you?
Stronghold
Truly cradle of the valor - and the honor
All kind of damned
Can be healed behind your walls -
They'll see the dreams of Lost Empire - it gives them forgotten land
Who created you?
Stronghold
Truly cradle of the valor - and the honor
All kind of damned
Can be healed behind your walls -
They'll see the dreams of Lost Empire - it gives them hope...

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