[Storyteller: Sebastian Thomson]
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[Narrator: Michael Kiske]
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[King Taetius: Damian Wilson]
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[Narrator:]
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Blessed land, the shining star
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In the west she rests in light
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Dark skies, hard times kept afar
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But in time she'll find her sight
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[Angelic Ainae Choir:]
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Aindahaj etin shalae infinisme ebrony
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[Narrator:]
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To the sun she turns her head
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Unknown in her home steals fate
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And to the King there come the Prophets
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But he hears without fear what they state
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[Angelic Ainae Choir:]
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Aindahaj etin shalae infinisme ebrony
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Touay soltn etinae bonitri d'esrony
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Shawr ousmi Cessnella adouthe yaemr
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Thnaton gliu swrutaena jewri outhe taemr
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[translation:]
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(Aina, your beauty seems so infinite
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and trust in it though you may
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don't turn your ears from the Holy Voice
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for darkness comes your way)
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[The Prophets:]
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Demons of wrath creep up behind us
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Fingers of steel reach out to bind us
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Sorrow and despair can we foresee
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In the Oracles
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The Holy Voice calls down its warning
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Don't turn your back on what he's warning!
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Darkness and death will swarm around us
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The dark won't relent until it's found us
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Horror and despair can we foresee
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In the Oracles
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The Holy Voice calls down its warning
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Don't turn your back on what he's warning!
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[King Taetius:]
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Look around this land, you fools!
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No devilry resides here
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Away with thy malignant thoughts
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Rejoice in light tat shines here
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Look into your hearts, you fools!
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What ill could here befall us?
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For centuries we've known no war
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No weapons shall recall us
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Revelations
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Aina |