All our visions of sweet tomorrow
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is cracking and fading away.
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Hopes of glory are drowned in sorrow
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this dissension expels us to yesterday.
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Lead your troops into your lust of pride
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they'll fight so brave at heart.
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Or cast the yoke of envy aside
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and keep the land from falling apart.
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Do you hear the clarion call,
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it's calling out to one and all.
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Who will live and who will fall,
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who will walk the golden hall.
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Do you hear the clarion call,
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it's calling out to one and all.
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Who is right and who is wrong,
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whose side is god really on.
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What are the alliances and treaties for
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as pretenders yet look to the sky.
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All the trumpets will sound once more
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and victory will be given another try.
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Do you hear the clarion call,
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it's calling out to one and all.
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Our blood must be spilled
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so the nobles' visions can be fulfilled.
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The night harvests our land
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while the dissidents reach for their dreams.
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The nations' split by false hands
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while their prize slowly vaporize
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into a steam that escape their eyes.
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A fool is he who cannot foresee,
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hell is what this, our land will be.
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Yes hell is what this, our land will be.
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Do you hear the clarion call,
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it's calling out to one and all.
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Which side will finally prevail,
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while the other side will fail.
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How many pretenders can we endure?
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The land is bleeding, so not many more.
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Who may better the royal sceptre sway?
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Questions, questions,
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you'll see at the end of the day.
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The Clarion Call
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Falconer |