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Harvest and rebirthDust returns to earthFuture historiesSource of ancient seasOur tragic hunters tireOf the journey they've transpiredCast their gold armors asideWhen creation myths have diedWatch for the winged lanternThat casts glow upon the nightThe rain made of opaque prismIn turn will absorb the lightEmpty offeringsFrom spiritual diseaseAn ordinary faceThat brings you to your knees From Letras Mania