| The old esthetic customs wiped away
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| As the wind scatters the clouds
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| The new generation is born to stay
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| To annihilate, to waste, to die
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| Nobody to rely your deepest reliance
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| The kings of centuries old and proud
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| They have to yield from the way of the force
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| That tortures the resources out of reach
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| Fighting against insidious things
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| Infiltrating into innocent circles
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| Breaking the peaceful alliance
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| Killing the laugh and song of the birds
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| So we face the truth of the situation
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| We’ve entered the last womb of death
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| The worst kind of mistake is taking place
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| We didn’t listen the voice of the truth
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| Everything must die someday, they say
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| But the immortal won’t have to fade away
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| Do they understand the dimension
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| Do they see the gates of life behind
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| Or straight ahead
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| There was the adoration of the kings
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| They bowed to the king of a man
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| Now these kings are not in sight
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| But they’re still there watching you
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| Now these humans created threats
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| Causing a new adoration of the kings
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| Magnificent powers which used to master
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| Are now humilated and knelt down to dust
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| Equipment innovating the system
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| Mental values falling in the sand
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| Making profit is the object of today
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| Machines suffocating the cry of agony
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| The wings crying for twinkling light
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| Mountains dissolving into liquid
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| This is the adoration of the kings
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| This is for the last
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| Obstruction to chain the nature
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| No forgiveness, no pity to cast the balance |