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Union of the races

So far from each other

High above they came

With stolen gifts the outlaws descent

Falling as lightning from heaven

Bearing treasures of gold

Riches with jealousy guarded

Carrying the precious chalice

Holding within liquid death

The murderer's daughters

Opened themselves up

With ecstatic delight

To the splendor of the winded serpents

So were the great men of gold beget

Those whose blood still flows

Yet slumbers

Waiting to be awoken again

Sip from the cup of the fallen

Poison it holds does now run through

Feverish trembling and gasping for air

As the chains are breaking