| Listen to the call of the drums and the march
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| Of the Hulak army
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| Behold the promontories of Uros
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| And its banners, swelling
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| Like waves from immemorial oceans
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| They carried weapons that brought disgrace
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| Listen to the call of the drums and the march
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| Of the Hulak army
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| There is a rebirth in the grasslands
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| Gloomy shades of Bronze frame us
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| Awakening a frightening destiny
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| One thousand Suns
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| Vanish before my eyes
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| Gods in exile, golden horns
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| Ice Ages, the resplendency on their faces
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| Blind revenge, peregrine suns
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| Buried kingdoms
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| The impiety of Waika warriors
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| The erased memory, disappears lifelessly
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| Where the pride has lived before, now is home
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| For the nothingness
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| The vile reigns, fear arises
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| Black twilight of the ages
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| Bloody massacre still breathe
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| Auspicious echoes of archaic skies
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| Symbols of wisdom in ancient stones
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| In decrepit graveyards
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| Banners extend over the glacial wind
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| The conquering chariots advance
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| To confront the regalia
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| The fallen race
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| Solar flares recreated
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| Make the flags raise to the sky
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| Tribal slumber
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| We shall fall into the deepness of the nigh
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| To be reborn even stronger
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| We head for the twilight
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| Memory and torment
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| Lost centuries
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| I hear the last thunder
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| I wave till my final last breath
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| Glorious picture
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| Where the misery takes form
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| In the heights there is an ocean of tears
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| A far far call
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| A pact that is not echoed in the confines |