| Visions come
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| Divisions go
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| Dancing deity
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| Twist and flow
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| Blessed baby, from now on
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| Ride me, guide me to the golden dawn
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| The goddess awaits
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| Unlock the gates, baby
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| Storming the gates of the czar
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| Storming the gates of the czar
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| Nation of Suffocation, alright
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| The goddess has risen above the valley of the dwellephants
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| We, the angel people have scaled the summit
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| And emancipated our souls from the
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| Captivity of the material mire below
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| This is the battle cry of the free (wo)man
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| This is the battle cry of The (angel) people, alright
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| Storming the gates of the czar
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| And plotting annihilation
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| (Of the) nation of suffocation
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| Awaken, the realization of an ancient rite
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| Three thousand lightyears into time
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| A vanguard of pilgrims heeded the call
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| In response to a vision they observed
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| Whilst wandering the high cultural desert |