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Sons Of Jerusalem

Through the Golden Gate we march, We Sons Of Thunder to Rise and See Lifes Illusions Crumble, Sacred Swords and Spears we Wield into the Valleys Of Jerusalem Cross in hand, Halos and Solar Diadems We cross the Threshold , Trodding in Grace and Ride Upwards towards the Seventh Gate, and proceed passed the Gatekeeper of Ancient Wisdom and Vanquish the Perils from False Religions, Inward we go Into the Temples Of Light where Cathedrals of Infinity Shine Bright, and Bonfires Blaze where we reap Flames from Eternity Holding High the Sacred Lantern of Destiny, we Trudge Onward and reach the Summit of Israel and Stake Claim to the Powers of the Holy Grail

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