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True Gods, they sleep |
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Locked in their mountain of dreams |
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They wait for the call: for the hunger |
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They must be freed. |
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Drive out the Christian seed |
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Lay waste; bring the storm and the thunder |
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There must be change |
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Or this land will crumble and decay |
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I must redeem them; somehow I |
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must free them, |
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Return waht was lost once again |
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If I was King for a day |
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This land would burn in the mystical flames |
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Born through the fire |
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The Old Gods would reign |
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If I was King for a day |
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These words I speak |
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Let loose the dragon I seek |
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His breath will transform through the madness |
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Immersed, so deep, |
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Secrets the centuries keep |
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In death are restored in the vastness |
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Until that day |
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We must take their sanctuary away |
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Cast out the pieces, the Christian weakness |
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And build on the pyre that remains |
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If I was King for a day |
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This land would burn in the mystical flames |
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Born through the fire |
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The Old Gods would reign |
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If I was King for a day |
