- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
The Wounded Kings
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Invocation Of The Ancients
The prophets gaze on Akkadian skies* Cities crumble, all will die...
Last of the ancients beneath the tide Unknown grave from ruins arise
Awaken from sleep, reclaim what has gone Black cloak burns on a blazing throne
Prophets gaze to the burning skies... Rise from the ashes, where Atlantis lies
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