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He was born in the darkest depth

Between reality and myth

In a beautiful and strange world

No hope but holding on

Then the time slowly goes

Turning him into a real ghost

More and more with every battle he won

And he kept holding on

Northern sky, amber lights

Like a cloud reflected in the night,

Sailing along the horizon

He was always holding on

We'll live forever in a war' he thought

I'll be here for all the ones gone'

This is another of a hundred storms

and I am ready for a thousand more,

Yes I'll keep holding on'

He became a giant moving rock

With his back full of holes

His eyes were mirrors of hope

And he kept holding on...

We'll live forever in a war' he thought

I'll be here for all the ones gone'

This is another of a hundred storms

and I am ready for a thousand more,

Yes I'll keep holding on'...