| Filiolus, vox vocis, in visus
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| Perficio, sanctus, luminarum
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| Thousands of years, in the cycle of death and rebirth
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| The wheel of time has reached the ultimate turn
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| In this era, in the events of our time
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| The planets are alugned, drawing our sign
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| Something will happen like it happened before
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| Our ancient race will come back for more
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| Lost in time, forgotten by everyone
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| Pale as the moon, bright as the sun
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| Shall we begin
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| The meaning of existence
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| The learning of defiance
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| To bring down the system
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| All the witches must be awaken
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| The witch in you is calling
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| The witch in you is learning
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| The awakening is at our hand
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| The witch in you understands
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| The witch in you is moving
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| To a state of questioning
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| To a state of growing
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| Yes, you hace been chosen
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| Filiolus, vox vocis, in visus
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| Perficio, sanctus, luminarum
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| As we speak now, I spreak for my brethren
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| All witches we are and this our call
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| Something will happen like it happened before
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| Our ancient race is rising for more
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| Lost in time, forgotten by everyone
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| Pale as the moon, bright as the sun |