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To dreams of might |
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In his mind's bleeding light |
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Securely the dreamer is bound |
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Building his empire in the clouds |
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That will come to exist through sound |
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In his dreams he would show them all |
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Declaring in hard, silent words |
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"False prophets and witches will burn |
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My judgement now be heard!" |
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Immersed in arcane secrets so ghastly to the common man |
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Limitless is the power of will as it yields to his command |
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Now - as my vision will come alive |
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To my kingdom I will arrive |
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Soon - it won't be long |
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Until all of the world hears my song |
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Hear - ye of little faith now be warned |
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'Cause infidels won't be mourned |
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This day you can't avoid |
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My vision cannot be destroyed |
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Facing a cold reality |
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Is where I now must make my stand |
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For that is the way, the only way |
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That makes the overman |
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Brick by brick |
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And with endless sweat |
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Dreams turn from air to stone |
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My vision hold and I surely know |
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The stones will turn to gold |
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I am passionate in my pursuits with a temper to match |
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There is no choice opposition must be wiped away from my path |
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I cry out to the skies the wind shall carry my name |
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I'm wild, free, and pure, and I can't be tamed |
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The dreamer's nature restlessly feeds its desire |
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A curse and a blessing it is that no force can put |
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Out my relentless fire |
