Iced Earth - Mystical End | Текст песни

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On the plains of the desert
A murmured cry was heard
From the echoes of a wind song
Singing of a word

The word of the land begotten
Is very seldom taught
To natives of the desert
Which tribes of old have sought

Way up in the sky the sun is burning bright


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