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Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this Blood Red Sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon's face They shall Again Arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their Blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the Pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of Glory have gone... From Letras Mania