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Honor, it's easy to dispose
In this darkest hour, we're alone
From behind closed doors, it aims for her
Magic's reaching out to draw her in
To the eye of the storm, the storm

Get her out of the way
She is your destiny
Now better hide when chaos breaks loose
Chaos's breaking loose

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Just take her away, stay silent
Just take her away, no matter
The poet lied (the poet lied)
The poet lied to save her life

Queen, follow the sign
Share our sorrows, clear your mind
Despite the writing on the wall
Hope grows from now on
For our brotherhood stands strong
Queen, follow the sign
Blood of the elves, predestined child

There's danger when everything's at stake here
It follows wherever you may roam
Well, then at last there's a choice, a path
Dedicate yourself to the innocent
All praise to her in glory
Gracious lioness Elven seed

Horror, come to meet me
I'm here to erase thee
Black or white, just pay me
In between there hardly is a line
Black
White
Black
White

White Wolf, the source inside her
It's not a shallow river
It can't grow wild (it's hard to bind)
It can't grow wild, we need advice

Queen, follow the sign
Share our sorrows, clear your mind
Despite the writing on the wall
Hope grows from now on
For our brotherhood stands strong
Queen, follow the sign
Blood of the elves, predestined child

I tell you, consider you are wrong here
I tell you, there's more than meets the eye
Your secret rites, fools, you better think twice
Tribulation's caused by your ignorance
The world it bleeds, ignore its cries
But soon there is a path to choose

Queen, follow the sign
Share our sorrows, clear your mind
Despite the writing on the wall
Hope grows from now on
For our brotherhood stands strong
Queen, follow the sign
Blood of the elves, predestined child

The hill will claim you, keep on running
Your name's engraved, you know it's true
Yes, death has cold blue eyes
Die, die, time to die!

Writer(s): Andre Olbrich, Hans Juergen Kuersch

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