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Overbearing secular creature |
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My worshipped king |
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King of wisdom and pain |
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You are the one, the mighty one |
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Ruling so wise |
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You're the universal sin |
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Guardian of justice |
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Offering help |
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Favorite victim of your self-made gods |
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Four-continent-king |
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Empty shroud |
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Who runs to the indigents aid |
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Oh my perfect hero |
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Ah my mighty friend |
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You're the prince of principle |
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Wiping out disobedience with your might |
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Autocratic might |
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You don't stand for backtalk |
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So you root it all out by your weapon's light |
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The atomar light |
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You are born into your violence |
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And you live against superior truth |
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You are born to live the ignorance |
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And you're proud to kill your spiritual youth |
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From the upper sea of the setting sun |
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You submit all mankind to toe the line |
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You commit your frightful arms |
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Against the palaces and treasures of our mind |
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That's why you should remember |
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The duty that's required by your life |
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Or is it true that you did surrender |
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Your only possibility to survive |
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In taper indented triangles |
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Sterilized drops of blood |
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Are wildly raving along and their shadows |
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They are crossing my horizon |
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Concrete becomes liquid, sweats along |
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And pours along through my legs - Alright! |
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Extensive feverish stuff |
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Rough surface - murderous red! |
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Even in the air |
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Which is still guiding quiet, quiet and understandable |
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I feel the slippery, whispering |
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Rainy dead end street |
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Hanging deep above the vaporing sea |
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The final signal for low truth approaches |
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Fear did die |
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Vanity - insanity, warm, hot and true |
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Who cut the enemy down? We are betrayed |
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That's why you should remember |
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The duty that's required by your life |
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By our life |
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Or is it true that you did surrender |
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Our possibility to survive |
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You play with all our life |