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On a ruined wind to see our promise right in front of you Silver barbs to crash the heart Those gates so irremovable Oh we can beg, we will bend again Oh we can beg that we will bend again Up in thin air, we lie in wait Held to loose Wait for the word to come and then to hell with you Over the fire a time to bear what those below await Here’s my golden spear Here’s my cold despair Up in this air, we lie in wait From Letras Mania