Five great mounds holding the sky
I fly high through your might
All demons forged in the night
Rise, and call for a fight
On the plains of north, within the passes
I wait a chance under a sky of sorrow
Through this evil fog, giants
Lead the tribes over the yellow forces
Souls forged by the weakness and strengths
Five great mounds holding the sky
I fly high through your might
In this haze of war, upon the compass
A king emerges preaching a new tomorrow
Amazing massive force, burning and
Beated down under a rain of fire
Been deceived by a magical device
Now, believe in me and save your soul escaping from this hell
Surviving by no fairy tale
My pain is now my truth
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