Red gates of iron cast their Black shadows on this land Dividing souls... far below The gathering winds the armies watch Are rising from the west Foretelling
Born into darkness in Saturn's sight Riding the night like the wind Ripping the heart form a world that is right Treading the borders of sin. Child of
Light tracers follow me farther Into the depths of unknown The blackness surrounding the border of hope We're alone We plead for the signs of a second
Uniform printout reads end of line Protect code intact leaves little time Erratic surveys, free thinking not allowed My hands shake, my push buttons silence
There's a certain feeling Known to all who hear the sound The call of morning rising You're in a mystic space Can't you feel the force embrace, the chill
We see the light of those who find A world has passed them by To late to save a dream that's growing cold We realize that fate must hide its face From
your tears! Now cry! The child of centuries, forgotten in time You talk in circles of rhyme Seer of places future and past The warning you gave us is surely our last Warning
Ride swift across the plain Don't you turn back, keep heed in your flame Kings with no mercy, this planet at war Torn from enchantment, this land forevermore
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: Ride swift across the plain Don't you turn back, keep heed in your flame Kings with no mercy, this planet at war Torn from enchantment, this land forevermore
tears! Now cry! The child of centuries, forgotten in time You talk in circles of rhyme Seer of places future and past The warning you gave us is surely our last Warning
: Uniform printout reads end of line Protect code intact leaves little time Erratic surveys, free thinking not allowed My hands shake, my push buttons
: Born into darkness in Saturn's sight Riding the night like the wind Ripping the heart form a world that is right Treading the borders of sin. Child
: Most of this is memory now I've gone too far to turn back now I'm not quite what I thought I was but Then again I'm maybe more The blood-words promised
: Red gates of iron cast their Black shadows on this land Dividing souls... far below The gathering winds the armies watch Are rising from the west Foretelling
: We see the light of those who find A world has passed them by To late to save a dream that's growing cold We realize that fate must hide its face From
