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I am the creator of true will |
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Long have I suffered |
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Long have I been forced |
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Blinded by their faith |
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Laughter resounds no more |
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I am the son of the ancient breed |
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I do not pity life |
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I follow not pathetic order |
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I am the realm of absurdity |
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Resistant to their conscience |
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Free of their constant pain |
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I was born in the flames |
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Long did they hope |
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That my logic would save them at last |
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Long did I know |
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That I would watch them die |
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While harvesting their fruits |
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of their impotent threats |
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They forgot the potency |
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of the old independency |
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Claiming my death would |
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Change the way of existence |
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Who, but me handled them? |
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The weapons of hope |
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They turned safely into non-existence |
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I will break the chains |
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I will slay the betrayers |
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One last time |
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The laughter shall resound |
