Time changes while we forge our fate passing the gates We set fire betrayed our past in the Illusion that nothing will last See, the night is alight with our stateless flames we killed our gods buried their names Thousands of years filled up our lore while were marching through the gates of nevermore A heir to the crown roams all alone the blade of enlightment banished the shades lost in a maze, in a dreamless embrace oblivion the tomb of our three fates All glittering wonders are finally shrouded lying wasted under a brocken spell our gods at the sky only fire and rock all beauty must die wecome to hell
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