Listen, the insane sound of my last thoughts
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Like cut-throat your mind and darken my eyes,
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Rule all directions, turn Altar to grave,
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Sacrifice on reasons and catch the will of men.
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...And under all rodies, the enslaved nature is done,
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The hunger for insanity spring through everything.
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[Chorus]
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Raise the arms forged in misfortune,
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BReak the silence from far away and their mysteries.
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I'am the onte who'll take the Path
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From below in sulphurg landscapes
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Where hope can never dwell,
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Rule all directions, turn altars to grave,
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Sacrifice on reasons and catch the will of men.
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[Chorus]
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Raise the arms forged in misfortune,
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BReak the silence from far away and their mysteries.
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Last Will
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| Enthroned |
