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He is a man with no soul |
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For he must have sold it years ago |
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Laws don't apply to him anymore |
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On top of the world, he guides those who will listen |
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Or else your death's a fact |
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With or against him; choose your game, choose his game! |
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Fall! |
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The fall of a tyrant, his loss |
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Soon it breaks him |
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The trial of this monster |
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Our fight soon will crack him |
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Words are binding, deeds talk |
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Such clear language when your life's at stake |
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While he's immune for every threat |
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Battered, disgraced but still strong |
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Even violence won't break all of us |
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And even gods get what they gave; they'll have it all! |
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And we see a proud man fall |
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Victim's triumph |
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You burn it all; every memory he turned black |
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Every ally turned against |
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He, the man who reigned them all |
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Prove his guilt, confirm his fall |
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Innocent 'till proven wrong |
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End this nightmare, hear my song, hear our cry! |
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Fall! |
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The fall of a tyrant, his loss |
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Soon it breaks him |
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The trial of this monster |
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Our fight soon will crack him |
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Fall! |
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The fall of a tyrant, his loss |
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Soon it breaks him |
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The trial of this monster |
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Our fight soon will crack him |
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Fall! |
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The fall of a tyrant, his loss |
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Soon it breaks him |
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The trial of this monster |
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Our fight soon will crack him |
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Fall! |
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The fall of a tyrant, his loss |
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Soon it breaks him |
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The trial of this monster |
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Our fight soon will crack him |