| Marching across the desert sands
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| Condemned to drift from land to land
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| No food or water or heaven’s rain
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| So many tears and so much pain
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| It’s a long road the nights are so cold
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| A thousand miles from my home
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| Now the wasteland becomes our homeland
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| There is no peace for those who roam… roam
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| They call them the CHOSEN ONES
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| But that’s just a lie
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| They call them the CHOSEN ONES
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| Yet so many die
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| If they’re the CHOSEN ONES
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| Under the sky
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| Who made them the CHOSEN ONES
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| To suffer and die
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| Only the pain here now is real… so real
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| Swords and arrows cannot defame
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| When they invoke thy masters name
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| The north star beckons beyond the gate
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| To live in strife is their only fate… oh
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| A thousand miles but I still roam… still I roam!!!
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| A promise foretold, the armies can’t hold
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| The burning secrets on the scroll… still I roam… burn!
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| They call them the CHOSEN ONES
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| But that’s just a lie
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| They call them the CHOSEN ONES
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| Yet so many die
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| If they’re the CHOSEN ONES
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| Under the sky
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| Why must these CHOSEN ONES
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| Suffer and die…
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| Only the pain here now is real… march!
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| A million miles away
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| Oh… my god why have you forsaken me
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| Oh… we'll never understand
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| They call them the CHOSEN ONES
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| But that’s just a lie
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| They call them the CHOSEN ONES
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| Yet so many die
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| If they’re the CHOSEN ONES
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| Under the sky
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| Who made them the CHOSEN ONES
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| To suffer and die…
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| Only the pain here now is real… march! |
| march!
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| (Across the desert… burning sand… black sun… no rain…
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| Burning in the sand… burn)
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| Only the pain, only the pain, omly the pain keeps us alive
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| The pain, the pain keeps us Alive!!!
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| We’ll never understand… |