One silver cloud collapsed below the glow of a harvest fullmoon Cause were here to make an oath And well raise our realm in a sky of maroon Our stratosphere turned dark however The Western winds never stopped blowing All deceiving religions fall, well gonna close our hands And make our own way Ignite the wroth flames 3 fires to the sky Before the violence We stand before the most, wild beast Well rape the peace Once again We summon you To join us all! Standing upon the sand of the shores Was a Queen, with a crown, of 13 stars She worships the dragon above Which exalts impiety in that wild beast Our father is here with us and well summon you to join us If were bonded by jewels and blood on our fists Then we hail you within kingdoms of mist Gorias! The silver sword of the moon Finias! The flaming lancet of the sun The winter zephyr warps the power of Sessair
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