| I am a father, unto the son of a deity
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| The day I sailed that river into Hades, I must pay a fee
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| I lost a daughter, but saw her when I crossed the water
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| Rushed toward her
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| And caught but nothing more than dust
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| The torture of what awful daunting dawn’s
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| The force always propelling me
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| Forward through the mourning tune
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| Still haunted by her melody
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| I’m humble in the shadow of my father’s legacy
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| Inheriting his sentiments
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| That once I thought I’d never see
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| Reassessing then amending my identity
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| In light of the descendent seed
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| That destiny has sent for me
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| He needs his father
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| His father needs his son
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| And so we march on deeper
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| 'Til the final deed is done
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| I am my father’s son
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| I am the father of my son
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| Whose father’s father’s son
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| Is farther from his father than his son
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| I am my father’s son
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| I am the father of my son
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| Whose father’s father’s son
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| Is farther from his father than his son
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| My son’s a piece of me
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| I’ve become so pleased to see him
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| Cleaving a beast to pieces
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| Like he’s a piece of meat for eating
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| Each and every lesson is ample
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| I need to be there to set an example
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| To mop up the mess
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| And untangle the web
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| That not every man can accept even handle
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| He needs his father
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| Each eve is darker than the previous
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| Harking to the deepest depths
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| Of Tartarus where they’re leaving us
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| I need to see his future
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| Pleading, bartering with Prometheus
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| Can he see us?
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| I want to swathe my babe
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| In the armour of Odysseus
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| Can’t safeguard or guarantee
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| He stays from harm’s way
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| He might stray
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| And every night i’m away
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| From his light is a dark day
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| That I can’t take
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| To take him away would leave part of me numb
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| I’d rather be done
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| Rather be hung
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| Drawn and Quartered
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| Than the thought of a fatherless son
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| He needs his father
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| His father needs his son
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| And so we march on deeper
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| 'Til the final deed is done
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| He needs his father
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| His father needs his son
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| And so we march on deeper
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| 'Til the final deed is done
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| I am my father’s son
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| I am the father of my son
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| Whose father’s father’s son
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| Is farther from his father than his son
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| I am my father’s son
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| I am the father of my son
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| Whose father’s father’s son
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| Is farther from his father than his son
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| Your low status own case has no basis
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| So face it
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| I’m crumbling it like oat cakes
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| 'Cause you’re bumbling and it shows
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| Race with no brakes or low stakes
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| Don’t be slow paced, life won’t wait
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| For the death dance
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| And when I throw shapes
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| They rotate 'til a bone breaks
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| Though blows rain
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| Don’t show pain
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| I’m poe faced
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| Not for my own sake
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| But for that of my son
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| Aim to be so brave
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| So sow grain and restow grace
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| When I show faith, I showcase
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| We can both brace our unknown fates
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| Like snowflakes that float straight over boats, lakes
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| Any location
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| The flow takes us
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| So the day that smoke makes us choke
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| They will know Kratos rose Atreus
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| My god, those flows
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| Gracious
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| Brace yourself for even more
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| 'Cause I’m only getting started
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| These flows aren’t for the faint hearted
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| I’m a great Skarl spinning bardic tales
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| Big as hearts of whales
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| Splitting waves like a shark fin
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| Making a mark
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| In a state of the art way
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| Making you pray
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| For the lately departed
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| Painting a stark image
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| Raising up our kid
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| While trying to tame all the rage of a Spartan
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| Can’t list all the ways that i’m hurtin
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| The play’s just starting
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| They’re raising the curtain
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| How can a father make way for his heir
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| Well there’s only really ever one way to be certain
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| I am my father’s son
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| I am the father of my son
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| Whose father’s father’s son
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| Is farther from his father than his son
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| I am my father’s son
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| I am the father of my son
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| Whose father’s father’s son
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| Is farther from his father than his son |