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Her hands in wounded lines
What I feel is losing faith
As I made the circle die
As the Sun rays fade away
Gold, gold
Lay down your arms I hear
You'll be blessed all in the end
On the hill the laughing rogue
Under him the dying land
Gold, gold
I see the light in the dark night
Rise from ruins
And illuminate
