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Old Man S Child Born Of The Flickering

me this is finally her death The storm of dust, made by human ash And structures are found The flames have scorched all remains Apocalypse, the slaughter's

: Deep within the shadowland Far beyond the distance Lies a castle upon the hills Unsettled for a thousand years The soldiers that lived there once

blood And eating its way through and reigns Men from the desert lands by the sky-high forsakened hills Erased by the passing of man's creation From

: [Instrumental]

the path of life I am weak... I am strong...I am soon to be dead A journey to the world of twilight The last chapter of my life, it's now ending The

wanderer of long-past wisdom Facing his last conflict Met the time of withering Destiny, towards a clearer star More bright than ever seen before What's

: Enthralled into the dustwind Crusaders of a lost battle Warned by a thorn of war Jeweled in their own blood Yarns of fugitive elements In distance