| Wrath, born unto deceit and hate, black child of fate, now rule supreme
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| Fire, counsellor of vehemence, cleanser of sins, sweep over me
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| Till my judgement day has come, until my flame is won,
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| Till I’m burnt out from the pattern that engulfs us all
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| I’ll survive, lone I will uphold
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| The sacred principles of courage, truth and love I serve
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| Here I stand, an Avatar,
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| Ray of gleaming light for the people of these sad, barren times
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| Ice, quiet source of pureness, vanguard of reason, quench my dark side
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| Pride, old father of sorrow, utmost of all sins, will you challenge me
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| Through the shadows cold and bare where morrow’s hope yet fades,
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| Through this madness grown out of pain where dreams are turned to haze
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| On I’ll ride, my candlelight
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| Flickers threatened by the cruel winds of Limbo
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| Still I stand, I’m just a man,
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| Torn and battered, but my high cause shines on
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| Time goes by, fool human kind,
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| Frail and faint-of-heart, still sows the seeds of wrath and pride
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| Sacrifice, kneel by the Light,
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| All throughout your life be sworn to the Flame |