| Fire is crackling in this sunrise
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| My son of winter, son of heart and mind
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| Fading the colour of the ancient wisdom,
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| For your coronation I will sacrifice myself
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| I will live and you will grow
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| White branches are rising
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| Your roots are firm
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| Grow high and proud, my faith is blind
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| Black crows are dead
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| White doves are flying
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| Sweet crimson pureness, I will love you
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| Until the daybreak fades my greedy fancies
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| Flowers of evil near leaves of life
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| Enchanted colours echo from black eyes of child
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| I will live and you will grow
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| White branches are rising
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| Your roots are firm
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| Grow high and proud, my faith is blind
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| Black crows are dead
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| White doves are flying
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| I’m the winter, I’m the cold
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| I’m the feeling never told
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| I’m the truth, I’m the lies
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| I’m the teardrop from your eyes
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| I’m the emotion without name
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| I am joy, I am pain
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| I’m the tree of the night
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| I’m the white of your might
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| Grow high and proud, my faith is blind
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| Black crows are dead
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| White doves are flying
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| I will live and you will grow
|
| White branches are rising
|
| Your roots are firm
|
| Grow high and proud, my faith is blind
|
| Black crows are dead
|
| White doves are flying
|
| I will live and you will grow
|
| White branches are rising
|
| Your roots are firm
|
| Grow high and proud, my faith is blind
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| Black crows are dead
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| White doves are flying |