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The old esthetic customs wiped away |
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As the wind scatters the clouds |
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The new generation is born to stay |
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To annihilate, to waste, to die |
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Nobody to rely your deepest reliance |
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The kings of centuries old and proud |
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They have to yield from the way of the force |
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That tortures the resources out of reach |
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Fighting against insidious things |
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Infiltrating into innocent circles |
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Breaking the peaceful alliance |
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Killing the laugh and song of the birds |
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So we face the truth of the situation |
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We've entered the last womb of death |
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The worst kind of mistake is taking place |
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We didn't listen the voice of the truth |
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Everything must die someday, they say |
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But the immortal won't have to fade away |
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Do they understand the dimension |
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Do they see the gates of life behind |
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Or straight ahead |
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There was the adoration of the kings |
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They bowed to the king of a man |
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Now these kings are not in sight |
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But they're still there watching you |
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Now these humans created threats |
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Causing a new adoration of the kings |
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Magnificent powers which used to master |
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Are now humilated and knelt down to dust |
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Equipment innovating the system |
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Mental values falling in the sand |
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Making profit is the object of today |
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Machines suffocating the cry of agony |
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The wings crying for twinkling light |
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Mountains dissolving into liquid |
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This is the adoration of the kings |
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This is for the last |
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Obstruction to chain the nature |
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No forgiveness, no pity to cast the balance |
