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Pagan myths from the deep, eternal forests. |
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A true melancholic atmosphere, |
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Haunts this hidden world. |
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Where men, for hundreds of years, |
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Have immortalized their cult. |
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Moments of... |
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Down in the forest. |
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Or, wherever we may care to bleed |
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We are Gods. |
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Do not follow it as always, present icons. |
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Of your very own consciousness. ... |
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Monarchs... |
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Queens... |
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In their own reality |
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Thus we do know where our lands are laid down. |
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With strength of faith, (for honour), |
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We shall reign forever in loyalty. |
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For we are |
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Gods, do not obey us... [EPILOGUE:] |
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One with this world, |
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This is where |
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I long to be. |
