Strokes from oars could be heard, beautiful ships gushed through
Hymns were sungIn the times when our people still were
The silence inside this place is screamingHere, were the roses
Bring forth your sacrificeThe winter can last for longShow them
A war ruled in ancient timesBetween the holy races, the
Waves are cutting like a knife of timeOn the slippery
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