| Oh, voiceless call that made the Watchers fall
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| Enchanted by pneumatic grace that burns this world
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| Into formless ash
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| Hear it now, in silence echoing
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| The Other Side that calls the pure of heart
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| So bright… and yet in shadows we stand cloaked
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| Hidden legions mirroring the gods
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| Outcast breed in exile taking pride
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| Elected brethren, pure of heart
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| The pure of heart shall rise
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| To break the cycles of rebirth
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| The pure of earth shall rise
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| Up as dragons towards nought
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| (Nought) shall end the quest of our cause
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| Formless fires shall crown the pure of heart
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| Onwards now, aware in every thought
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| The raven’s kindred, pure of heart
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| The pure of heart shall rise
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| To break the cycles of rebirth
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| The pure of earth shall rise
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| Up as dragons towards nought
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| Their deliverance, the force that fills our hearts
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| Awakened in our cause to tear this world apart
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| The nectar of the wise that sets the earth ablaze
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| Will forever remain as poison to the
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| Blind shepherd’s race
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| Their eternal might, like thorns piercing our hearts
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| To remove every weakness through the sorcerous arts
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| For all shall be sacrificed to feed
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| The great flame of adversity
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| That is the beginning and the end
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| Of our Self-spawned destiny
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| So bright… yet throughout ages standing cloacked
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| Glorious legions mirroring our gods
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| Against the all, in Spirit we are one
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| The serpent’s chosen, pure of heart
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| The pure of heart shall rise
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| To break the cycles of rebirth
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| The pure of earth shall rise
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| Up as dragons towards nought |