Golden Age

Midwinter

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    Our will brought them down
    By history drowned
    To ruins their realm
    All wail to my ear
    Who wasted and spent countless lives on command
    Now no more lords of the world

    They who pursed-proud with power
    Their wealth and their smell
    Defeated by slaves
    In our victory-hour
    Rose to high like a child on a swing
    Pomp pulled to hard at their wings

    Used to ride the day
    Through the lands of green,
    Yet the land's turned grey
    And the days cold and mean.
    Escape reverie -
    Wake up dead from your dream.

    Has been gone a while,
    Lies our way ahead.
    Spare the ripened wine,
    Drink stale water instead
    Let them regret -
    We'll take back what we had

    That poor, dried out the land
    Work hard on the soil
    Work 'stead of rhyming
    Rhyme 'stead of laughing
    Laugh 'stead of rotting, nothing's forgotten
    But we won't walk the road you descended

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    Used to ride the day ...

    I saw a time full of grief with my own mortal eyes
    Hold me tonight
    Then let me tell 'bout the pain and an age that had died

    Like they feel now, we had felt when we fell on the fields
    Like they cry now, we'd cried when they broke our shields
    Return and pay back for wounds never healed
    We're free from guilt for they challenged their fate to be sealed

    I saw a time full of violence and cruelty
    Hold me maybe
    Then let me tell how we rose, fought and died to be free

    Fearless and fierce as possible as men can be
    Righteous claims in our backs, with us morality
    Would we have died in the dawn we'd have lived finally

    We won't forgive our suppressers - Never!
    We've sentenced them all to be trivial forever
    They're dust on the water, by the wind turning
    Rather drowning than burning

    Separate the crossed Spartacus
    From criminals, messiahs
    Hold the true martyrs high as
    For us they have died
    A Golden Age to raise on the lost
    In freedom of leaders and gods

    We will ride our way
    To the lands of green.
    Lest until that day
    We forget our dreams
    For we're all slaves
    Born with hearts to redeem

    Trust the lines you've heard,
    Hear the words I said.
    Cease from eating dirt,
    We drink ale instead
    To the time we've had,
    To a time coming
    Back to a world which's not worth to be hold in esteem.

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