Drowning The Light. The Serpents Reign. The Nostaliga Of The Old That Runs Through Our Veins. الغرق النور. ثعابين عهد. وNostaliga القديم الذي يمر عبر عروقنا.
...The flame burns on in our blood and in our minds And our hearts filled with pride For the nostalgia of the old that runs through our veins
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