The winds are waiting quiet for the storm to make the call
while the collectors of skulls prepare for war
and the lights from sovereign states flicker in the dark

The darkness has erased the features of the lands
The lights from sovereign states are all but dead

For every emissary and the misery you breed
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Lights From Sovereign States Lyrics

Logh – Lights From Sovereign States Lyrics