| Ah — Hugh !
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| Show me the way to he hallways below
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| Rome, I will be there
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| I’ve seen them burning in fire
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| They all bear too much to bear
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| Why don’t you think of all those who will come
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| Don’t you waste your life
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| Don’t you try show the way
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| Don’t need 'good advice'
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| Cold hallways so old, a chalice of gold
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| A guard as they say, paralyzed
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| Follow the cries from out of the blood
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| The wine in the cup
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| Out of the wine, out of the chalice of agony
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| Welcome to Avantasia
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| Out of the wine, out of the chalice of agony
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| Welcome to Avantasia
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| Regrin my friend we are passing the gate
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| Back into my world
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| I am afraid of the guard and I wish
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| Warnings had been heard
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| Welcome to Rome, it’s our mission
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| to make tortured spirits rest
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| Something’s in here, oh I wish I could hide
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| from its staring eyes
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| Cold hallways so old, a chalice of gold
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| And I feel a chill
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| Staring eyes, while I hear the cries
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| From out of the blood, the wine in the cup
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| Out of the wine, out of the chalice of agony
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| Welcome to Avantasia
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| Out of the wine, out of the chalice of agony
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| Welcome to Avantasia
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| No way out, we got to run to the gate
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| No way out, for some of the souls it’s too late
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| Jakob are you free
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| Out of the wine, out of the chalice of agony
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| Welcome to Avantasia
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| Out of the wine, out of the chalice of agony
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| Welcome to Avantasia |