Frayden - Finalist | Текст песни

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The King, the Thief, has failed to return.
Goodbye, the man, presumed to be dead.
The man who sees all he wants to see,
the man who feels and tastes Everything.

There is no-one - he is the only one
in No-Man's-Lands - leave now.
The Enemy Camp, starting to Burn.
Race is won, won over.
Game played out.

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