| Jour de colère que ce jour là
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| Qui réduira la Terre en cendres
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| If there’s a god somewhere in the skies
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| What does he think of the mankind he crated
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| If there’s a god somewhere in this world
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| What does he think of those who kill in his name
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| «why are you killing each other in my name?
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| What are these words you say I did proclaim?
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| How did you think that you’d be saved on
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| The colour of your skin the colour of your heart»
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| See the tears of a hopeless god
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| As he silently grieves in the dark
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| While we sowed the wind
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| We broke his very dreams
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| Too late the dice have been cast
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| It’s all carved right into our hearts
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| If there’s a heaven somewhere above us
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| Is it really worth the pain and the dead
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| If there’s a hell somewhere below us
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| Is it really worse than the mass graves and the camps
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| How could you ever remain silent and blind
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| To the atrocities the torture and the pain
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| Why have you crated man in your own image
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| How could it justify the slaughters and the crimes
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| See the tears of a hopeless god
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| As he silently grieves in the dark
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| While we sowed the wind
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| We broke his very dreams
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| Too late the dice have been cast
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| It’s all carved right into our hearts
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| Miscreatur nostri deus. | 
| Sicut erat in principio
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| Et nune et semper et in saecula saeculorum
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| A seed of dream in a hopeless world
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| Has been carefully sowed in our hearts
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| While we threw our beliefs to the wind
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| And reaped the whirlwind
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| Let’s give it a chance to grow now
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| Despite all odds we might rekindle a flame in the night
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| See the tears of a hopeless god
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| As he silently grieves in the dark
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| While we sowed the wind
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| We broke his very dreams
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| But still inside our heart
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| A flame of hope is burning right here in the night |