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Awake my son, |
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those torments are behind you. |
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Behold my glory as a gift, |
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dance on your enemy's grave. |
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Offer me his severed skull, |
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untie my leash of death, |
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forget your blood stained hands |
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and satisfy all of your desires. |
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Divinitus victor, |
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praefer et obdura. |
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Divinitus victor, |
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dolor hic tibi proderit. |
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Yell my name to the skies, |
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I'll hear you cry. |
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I'll remember your faith, |
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I'll remember your strength! |
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Sleep now my son, |
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we'll watch on your faith. |
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Keep this scars in your memory, |
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for you flesh is a prayer to us. |
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As I drink from his skull, |
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and watch you roaming free, |
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cleansing your hands in tiber |
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before you take the lead. |
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Divinitus victor, |
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praefer et obdura. |
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Divinitus victor, |
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dolor hic tibi proderit. |
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Yell my name to the skies, |
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I'll hear you cry. |
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I'll remember your faith, |
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I'll remember your strength! |
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Embrace the sacred silence |
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of an ancient fatal promise. |
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Take back your reborn destiny, |
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till you'll be riding in the Elysian fields. |
