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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'..."