| In the dream I have seen
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| Fire ran through my veins
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| And raged neath the skin
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| I do feel it for real
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| In my mind still sounds a
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| Voice dictating his will
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| And I, unsophisticated
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| Enraptured atomy,
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| Concede that what I desire
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| In the end can shatter me
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| There are things that must befall and there are
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| Truths that must stay in a memory
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| Shrouds of lies are falling one by one and
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| There is more than I could ever foresee
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| II
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| I know they’ll come for me
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| To find any evidence of devilry
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| With the ropes I’ll be bound —
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| Pale and startled, —
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| By the crowd closed around
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| Under fell tortures and pressure
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| I won’t weep nor scream aloud
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| Tempered in the fiery visions,
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| I am and will be unbowed
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| In the world that deeply sunk in darkness
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| Where their lore seems nothing but a sham,
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| There are hearts that doomed to blaze forever
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| And no waters ever will douse them
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| Beyond the light immured will be —
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| My flesh but not my soul-
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| Where a shade and solitude reign
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| At last I’ll let my tears flow
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| III
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| ‘'Now you know they always shall deplore
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| What you have and they can’t withdraw"
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| The spark you’ve infused into me once
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| Is now a tremendous flame
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| IV
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| Are you sure you need my name
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| To lay manifestly on me all the blame
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| I confess to you my sin
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| Of rebellion against the world and its scheme
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| A tiny crack in the perfect
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| Surface of creed am I
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| Later I’ll cause total tumble
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| And igneous streams from the sky
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| But confession doesn’t mean repentance
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| There will be more rebels after me
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| And one day they’ll break the fulsome mirror
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| and its pieces will set the enslaved free
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| You could walk with me hand in hand
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| Leaving behind all restraint
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| But most of you fear to move on
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| And prefer to stay enchained
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| Now you, just you, the one without fear
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| I want to confide in your ear:
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| The spark he’s infused into me once
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| Is now a tremendous flame
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| In this fire I’ll burn until the day
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| The wind takes my ash away
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| On this fire I’ll burn until the day
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| The wind takes my ash away |