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Wings of Dragons - Orbit Culture
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Wings of Dragons Orbit Culture

Wings of Dragons - Orbit Culture
The gateway's open
They've heard their call
Thunder among the mountains
The rain has yet to fall

The sky has darkened
Our army's small
Our days are counted
The end of all

I remember herds
Of people screaming in fire
I remember storms
By the wings of a dragon

Can't feel my hands
From the climb up the wall
When death emerge
We'll see the dawn one last time

The fire's sweeping
And when the flesh has hardened
Our life's aberration
Turns to dust with the kill

The sky has blackened
Our army's none
Our life's in furnace
The end of all
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