| 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 |