| Noble Caesar, forgive me
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| But I was the knife ending Thy ambition
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| Yet I held Thy standard proudly
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| As Thy legions burned the world
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| Oh gorgeous Minoan empire
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| Blessed were Thy art and culture
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| Earthquakes undermined Thy glory
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| Then I led hostile forces into Thy land
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| I am the desires most profane
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| The pestilence cursing thousands
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| I am the burned village
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| Decimating diseases without a name
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| Anno Satana!
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| Anno Satana!
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| Rise, rise, rise and fall!
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| Rise, rise, rise and fall!
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| Dear Robbespierre, hail to Thy revolution
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| Which turned into an endless execution
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| (So sweet Thy blood must have tasted
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| In the hour of Thy own execution)
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| Rise, rise, rise and fall!
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| Rise, rise, rise and fall!
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| Anno Satana!
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| Anno Satana!
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| Clever, mad Rasputin
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| No intrigue too grand
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| A pleasure it was watching you rise
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| But the delight so overwhelming
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| As I witnessed your fall
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| Throughout history my misanthropy
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| Always has been grander than thine |