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Come here |
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Sink into |
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The chant of moon |
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To lose |
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A face |
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As earth turned moon |
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We are the altar |
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On which the world was slain |
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You're born |
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For us |
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Atone for us |
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Be the one |
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Or become |
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The sacrifice |
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[Bakar:] |
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"Come closer, newborn. |
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Good that you have put the robes we have provided for you. |
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You are now one of us. |
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I can see you are afraid? You don't need to fear us. |
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We are everything. We are your brothers and sisters, |
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Newborn! We are your destiny, and your place is among us." |
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[Qorban (to himself):] |
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"Why do I fear their faceless hoods more than death itself? |
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What is this supernatural terror washing over me, |
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As they come slowly closer and closer? I...I cannot let them get me. I must flee!" |
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Fly now |
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To no avail |
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Thy fate is drawn |
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You will return |