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A golden mask that hides the spirit of metamorphosis, his empty and dark glance is without expression |
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Fluent back hair frames his freezing face; the dark cloak covers the rest of his body without forms |
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Freezing air around him while golden rain falls down to strike greedy men and turns them into golden statues |
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Human collection kept in this golden paradise in |
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The Great and ancient castle of the sadistic judge |
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The golden sin is the mark on their skin... |
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It's their condemnation, it's our light! |
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Oh spirit of |
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Justice! Kill this futile humanity! |
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Their sin is our wealth! |
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Their costly suffering we can breathe! |
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Statues with wide eyes, it's their last glance! |
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Mouth agape, it's their last scream! |
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The golden spirit on his throne looks at their expressions |
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He hates and loves the men because he can't have a face |
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He can't change his expression and now he sentences and lives his feelings through their faces to eternity |
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Nothing can change in the darkness of the death, like their faces blocked in a golden prison! |
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The golden sin is the mark on their skin... |
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It's their condemnation, it's our light! |
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Oh spirit of |
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Justice! Kill this futile humanity! |
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Their sin is our wealth! |
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Their costly suffering we can breathe! |
