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I draft the meaning of the word of life and history |
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I am the son of mother wisdom |
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The essence of the secrets of the mind |
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That mutined the folks out of oblivion |
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To give meaning to their ideals |
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And knowledge on the years of their ancestors |
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I am the description of history |
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The philosophy of existence |
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Throughout the word of the Heliad to the frozen Wotan |
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And from Edda to Zarathustra |
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I unite the Gods with you |
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I possess the secrets of religiousness |
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And still your fears and your vanities |
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I am He who crushes the truth of simple life |
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To instruct your Godhood and Heroism |
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From the sanctuaries of the forests and the temples |
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To the secrets of the cliffs and the birds |
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Resist to the lie that bolts to the woods |
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Envy the seed of the divine that we hide inside us |
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My body is myriads of black and scarlet banners |
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And endless runes and symbols of the land of Europa |
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That stole the fire from the moon |
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And gave it to thousands of children |
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As they saluted through their shadows |
