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In a garden which bred warriors
Our hero fell into his place in time
Roaming free across the borders
Fighting the shadow from where it came
There's nothing left to do
The theory of a lost one
Now our hero he holds his head up high
Foretelling the end of a gruesome life
He knows its over, he knows its gone
He wears the fires, and ends the dawn
