[music: sanga | lyric: burvall]
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Gaze upon the ancient cities
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A broken throne of a dying king
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Now see the skies, itą„s charred remains
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And try to hear a dead bird sing
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Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse
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To watch decay, as once written
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The lord forever, dies insane
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His lies caught up with their creator
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The dead bid never sings again
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Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse
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Wither
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Wither
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| Darklands |
