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The winds are waiting quiet for the storm to make the call
while the collectors of skulls prepare for war
and the lights from sovereign states flicker in the dark

The darkness has erased the features of the lands
The lights from sovereign states are all but dead

For every emissary and the misery you breed
The winds are waiting quiet for the storm to make the call   while the collectors of skulls prepare for war   and the lights from sovereign states flicker in the dark      The darkness has erased the features of the lands   The lights from sovereign states are all but dead      For every emissary and the misery you breed
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