I follow the echoes of the wind
And the rising of the moon
There where nobody arrived before
A place, to withraw myself from the hands of your world
The mirrors were openned to me
And reflected what thereŽs behind
The reflecting of the truth, a lie revealed
A place, where all of the blinded ones drink the poison of lies
Gathered at night around the fire
A couple of shadows spoke
Mankind wonŽt lead us to their end
WeŽll hide into caves...but we will return
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