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Tvangeste - From Nameless Oracle At the final glorious battle Sons of human they will know What's the point of being human Through the fight with sons of mind Have no way to get some knowledge Dashing in the blood dishing chaos Have no fade to get some power In the days of fight to death Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the damn of heaven Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the rising of Patala Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie And when the half of everything came, When the battle pass thought the top of horror violence Seven Atl'aman came from the dark valley of Earth And the chaos hadn't power to sign'em There was the sons with eyes full of fury passion Of there world and the languages gave the softness of their hearts These are by the command of Atl Standing up at the head of the army These are by the command of gods Will invite everyone Seven as one they will take Old the sons of humanity To the Final attack with the darkness and weakness of mind Shall we do know what's the point of holy visions? Want to try? Are you ready for blind? Shall we do know what's the point of crying and tears? Want to see are you ready to fill? Shall we do know What's the point of freedom and power? Want to see? Are you ready to lose? Shall we do know What's the points of honour and bravery? Want to try, are you ready to die? No....................... One! Will be down! Will lost! The everything! Great Pendulum! Will reel! Again! Everlasting pain! Do not! Leave them! Hold! By power of the wheel! At the hopeless deadly lines! You're as the stars now, Of ineffable creation. Fell down, to wail yourself Roaming though the dusk dimensions. Here, in the highlands, Battle will complete at last. Visionary dream, Become a horror weapon Here, at crossing sides Two forces tell the truth Of the innocent meaning of lies. Come here, sit here Return your will Things are blink now, visions make you to heal Sleep now, rest now, You're lost your wings Dream is real now indulgence in foolish it means (Vanoe's monolog) In the deepest dream going human sons, timely touches They great power, timely slides over it And didn't know what was that visionary meetings Blazing in the sacred spirit. Losing memories of the being, they had To woke the ability of magic nature... Because times by times the heaven over the mankind Will stay purely and cold as the phantasmal dream. Only little sparks of light are blinking somewhere. It will wake up and recall the hole sorrow madness of the dream. fire begins to grow up... Yes, too small but it's real fire A little hope that dreaming wouldn't go any longer. other sparks of fire Get the mists of Dragon Lore ...now look! Answering to mists of lore another sleepers Begin to dreamed worry Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the damn of heaven Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the rising of Patala Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie
