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With power and Might this storm wind is blowing |
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Tear down the Christian monuments in this night |
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Take hold of our trembling Enemies bodies |
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Fear the force of this pagan storm |
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Since 2000 years |
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we hear these lies |
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every day and every night |
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since the time of our infancy |
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All these invented stories |
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The people's mind |
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poisoned by wrong |
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promises A heart full of |
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fear to suffer to suffer purgatory |
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With power and Might this storm wind is blowing |
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Tear down the Christian monuments in this night |
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Take hold of our trembling Enemies bodies |
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Fear the force of this pagan storm |
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But time is coming |
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and the first free thought |
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is running trough your head |
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But deep in you heart |
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you can feel something |
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is wrong with this story |
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In ancient times this wind was born |
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grows up again, to a storm |
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We ride on its wings and fly through the night |
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together we stand and we fight |
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With power and Might this storm wind is blowing |
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Tear down the Christian monuments in this night |
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Take hold of our trembling Enemies bodies |
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Fear the force of this pagan storm |