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Angra
Petrified Eyes
We're armed and ready to attack To strike the city of all desires
Then calm the waves that lend to passion When all reality turns back to ashes
Over the hills, across the sea into the abyss of a bygone time
Lest we forget what really matters And the bewildered look up to the sky
Fallen comrades lay on the ground Victors in death they make no sound
Petrified my eyes Behold the sights of battle lost
In this unchanging world What does the poor life of a warrior cost?
Oh can't you see Many faces from God's own races are waiting To fight the good fight
Even though the annals of time have passed you by you still don't see
Oh, you won't see They've petrified my eyes
Deep desires of mine Dark thoughts tyrannize my mind
When will this torture end Into the mire, to battle again
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