Wounded Kings
Wounded Kings - Invocation Of The Ancients lyrics
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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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