| Though my pride’s unbowed
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| My affliction’s loud
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| And my thoughts belong to chaos
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| There’s no end in sight
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| To my growing spite
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| And the cause of my trouble is you
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| What’s that fiery look in your eyes?
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| Your demons are finally taking over
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| With these words of hate that you mouth
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| You sound like the Chief of the Rejects
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| Wisdom can’t be snatched with the sword
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| You have to achieve it with dedication
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| My dear son please don’t be deceived
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| Wake up from your stubborn denial
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| Aberration, instigation
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| Domination, castigation
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| Condemnation, aggravation
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| Aspiration, abjuration
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| Is this what you call depravity?
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| You’re so sure of what you’ve been told
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| You follow their teachings
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| Without contention
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| How did that work out for you dad?
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| Did you ever hear from the crystal?
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| I bet I can prove you all wrong
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| And shatter your faith in a million pieces
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| I will find the truth on my own
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| And show you who’s the real hero
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| Aberration, instigation
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| Domination, castigation
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| Condemnation, aggravation
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| Aspiration, abjuration
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| Is this what you call depravity?
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| Though my pride’s unbowed
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| My affliction’s loud
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| And my thoughts belong to chaos
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| There’s no end in sight
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| To my growing spite
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| And the cause of my trouble is you
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| I remember now
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| How you told me how
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| I have always been your diamond
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| Am I courtly now?
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| Am I special now?
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| Am I your little promising boy?
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| We are reason, listen yo us
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| Your compassion is misplaced now
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| Swing your knife and end his dull life
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| His guard is down, it’s the right time
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| I hear captivating voices
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| I’m delighted by their presence
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| I believe them, they are right, soon
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| I will be the leader
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| Meet my blade dad
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| You can see how it feels like to
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| Be stabbed through the heart!
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| Though my pride’s unbowed
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| My affliction’s loud
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| And my thoughts belong to chaos
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| There’s no end in sight
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| To my growing spite
|
| And the cause of my trouble is you
|
| I remember now how you told me how
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| I have always been your diamond
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| Am I courtly now?
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| Am I special now?
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| Am I your little promising boy?
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| Though my pride’s unbowed
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| My affliction’s loud
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| And my thoughts belong to chaos
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| There’s no end in sight
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| To my growing spite
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| And the cause of my trouble is you |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Titanism, artist - Ancient Bards. Album song Origine (The Black Crystal Sword Saga, Pt. 2), in the genre Эпический метал