| Back in time before they crossed the line, and the truth was made of gold
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| Cross of paths that was based on the past, or so the story goes
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| Strike fear and the end draws near, and the peasants wore a blindfold
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| Stack 'em up, stack 'em up, burn 'em down, and the peace remains unknown
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| Burdened by a faith
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| Lost without a trace
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| Crippled by the tools
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| Made by the hands of fools
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| Start the fire
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| And cast the first stone
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| «Teach me», said the God to the king, «this is all the things I see»
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| Mean man just doesn’t understand, but he does it all for me
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| Take a stand, beat the devil’s hand, you’ll be dreaming on a bed of nails
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| Last prayer in the Cecil Square, choose a place that you will fail
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| «Forget it, the war is won»
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| Said the God behind his son
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| Desperate hold him down
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| Beware the cross and crown
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| Start the fire
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| And cast the first stone
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| Calm down, comes without a sound, and the peace remains unknown
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| Don’t tell you are destined to fail, but you’ll be useless on your own
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| Still refuse to fire as they run born alive and your soul becomes a stone
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| Stack 'em up, stack 'em up to atone his holy flesh and bone
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| Burdened by a faith
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| Lost without a trace
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| Crippled by the fools
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| Start the fire
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| «Forget it, the war is won»
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| Said the God behind his son
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| Desperate hold him down
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| Beware the cross and crown
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| Start the fire
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| And cast the first stone
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| Cast the first stone |