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LUCA TURILLI
PROPHET OF THE LAST ECLIPSE |
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New Century's Tarantella
Right beyond the frozen lake of sorrow when they reached the ruins of Ayraklis losing the will and conscience they fell down trapped into a deadly sleep But not far the horns of hope were sounding raging moving every icy stone there where their lying bodies were now sorrounded by ten shy little Gorks
So the miracle saved them and they woke up again thanks to secret and unknown old cures based on magic plants Oh what wonderful creatures... only a few could see them only legends and old fairytales describing their cold far white reign
WARRIORS OF THE NEW CENTURY NOW RISE HEAR THE SAD VOICE OF STARLESS NIGHTS WARRIORS OF THE NEW CENTURY NOW RIDE CROSS THE COSMIC SHORES OF MORTAL TIME
So that dream spoke to the silent warrior rising now from moons of black abyss drinking the brew of wild herbs the special ones growing only on those hills She was there already cured and happy able so to kiss his lips again but sadly time was running and all those fools were goona find their way
So they thanked all those new friends leaving that mystic place setting off on their journey fleeing to reach a safer place When they came to the white lakes they could see behind them that enormous and ancestral black moon screaming visual pain... true pain!
WARRIORS OF THE NEW CENTURY NOW RISE HEAR THE SAD VOICE OF STARLESS NIGHTS WARRIORS OF THE NEW CENTURY NOW RIDE CROSS THE COSMIC SHORES OF MORTAL TIME
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