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Enthralled into the dustwind<br />Crusaders of a lost battle<br />Warned by a thorn of war<br />Jeweled in their own blood<br /><br />Yarns of fugitive elements<br />In distance to the thorncastle<br />Empire bricks thrown to the soil<br />Sharp and poisonous thorns<br /><br />Pure it is, like defenseless spring births<br />Unpleased by a sudden nightfall<br />Turned its back on love and life<br />And made it all unpure<br /><br />Lovesongs of the dove, seen through<br />Time of what he song<br />A messenger of the nourishing light<br />Were attacked of enemy ravens<br />So therefore, it song no more<br /><br />Pearlgate servants, in the end you gather<br />In the clouds beyond clouds<br />Foundation walls of the raising temple<br />Prisoners of a time that was<br /><br />Promised sentences long before years<br />Came to join the hearse that rode<br />And will always ride<br />In the hearts of them, historical plague
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Enthralled into the dustwind<br />Crusaders of a lost battle<br />Warned by a thorn of war<br />Jeweled in their own blood<br /><br />Yarns of fugitive elements<br />In distance to the thorncastle<br />Empire bricks thrown to the soil<br />Sharp and poisonous thorns<br /><br />Pure it is, like defenseless spring births<br />Unpleased by a sudden nightfall<br />Turned its back on love and life<br />And made it all unpure<br /><br />Lovesongs of the dove, seen through<br />Time of what he song<br />A messenger of the nourishing light<br />Were attacked of enemy ravens<br />So therefore, it song no more<br /><br />Pearlgate servants, in the end you gather<br />In the clouds beyond clouds<br />Foundation walls of the raising temple<br />Prisoners of a time that was<br /><br />Promised sentences long before years<br />Came to join the hearse that rode<br />And will always ride<br />In the hearts of them, historical plague
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