Circle of hands
Cold spirits plan
Searching my land for an enemy
Came accros love's sweet cost
And in the face of beauty, evil was lost
Sky full of eyes,
mind full of lies
Black from their cold hearts,
down to theirs graves
Murdered the dawn,
Spreading their scorn
Cursing the sun of which love was born
We must keep them away
Or pretty soon we'll pay
And count the cost of sorow
Sacrifice, the future has its price
And today is only yesterday's tomorrow.
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