| This reign must end right now
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| How can we still stare at the stars
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| How can we listen to the sun
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| My friends, my men, till the end
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| Our luminous gladius swords will be our words
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| The cry of the broken wings
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| The crack of the burning skins
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| To the ones who were once slaves
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| Thou shall kill them and dig their graves
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| I swear I’ll rise again
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| Lucifer in this very war
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| The parade of the dancing flames
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| The revenge of the fallen star
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| I swear I’ll rise again
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| Lucifer in this very war
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| The parade of the dancing flames
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| The laughable dimension of such a tragedy
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| The miserable scum that erodes the rock of destiny
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| (These woods will burn from a blaze
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| Which lives in the heart of a thousand eyes)
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| We’ll tread upon this mountain
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| From this place we call Inferno
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| The primitive philosophy of a tyrannic group of cowards
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| Will never rule on this pure and fragile place we call earth
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| The time of slavery must end right now
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| This time of tyranny must be the last
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| We will crush the weaver, he will taste the bitter
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| And on this unreachable fortress we call Heaven
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| He will taste the anger of the gods we are
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| We will sit on this throne
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| And the fallen god, the exiled one
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| Will rest in a place we call Inferno
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| We will sit on this throne
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| We will sit on this throne
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| We will sit on this throne
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| We will sit on this throne |