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Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk
Fires in the distance
Under this Blood Red Sky, a million martyrs died
And beneath the pale moon's face
They shall again arise
Under blood, a million martyrs died
And beneath the moon
We shall arise
Some things are best left in dreams
For reality, can be a cruel mistress
Are your lessons, are they learnt?
Chapters close, and veins collapse
A passage ends
A rite is earned
Their blood hath quenched the land
Their spirit has set the stone
And forever the pagan lands shall cry
With a heart so heavy
And limbs so weary
Let no man for his sins atone
Our days of Glory have gone
Gone forever
Lost forever
Their blood hath quenched the land
And their spirit has set the stone
And forever the pagan lands shall cry
With a heart so heavy
And limbs so weary
Let no man for his sins atone
Our days of Glory have gone
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