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What of this place - so unique What of this being - wants to sense of pride So shall we breed - across the lands Where are our gods we so simply perceive What of this place - so blackened through Fear it not me, even not me We're of a time we see that we breathe We perceive We terminate by the sun In our own cold way We celebrate with our fate Where we burn Chaos we see in our realm Coming for the light we see in our fear We will be We sentence our lives to be free Strangulation of life we see We sentence our lives to be free (All we want is to go out in the dark) Strangulation of life we see (But who cares we can't see it anyway) From Letras Mania