| Hallowed be the fatherland
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| God he knows
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| How long I’d been away from here
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| I did start a search so full of desease
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| I still hear my cryouts
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| From the old cellar’s inside
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| Born in the days of medieval
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| My inner voice is always asking why
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| I came from nowhere
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| Without a task, without a name
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| No fear of evil fate
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| So god please lead me through
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| Forgotten realms
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| Mysterious dreams
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| In sunless rooms I’d sworn
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| I’ll finish what I started once
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| I’ll find my holy grail
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| In the holy land
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| Returning of the miracles
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| It’s my own requiem
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| The jester’s tears
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| They are inside me Agony’s the script for my requiem
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| Returning of the miracles
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| It’s my own requiem
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| Is the script already written
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| Jester’s tears I cry
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| Yes I cry
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| I went out of my mind
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| In desert lands
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| Insanity’s pawn
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| Out of control
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| Much too long I’ve been isolated
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| From my thoughts
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| Enclosed by the leader’s spell
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| Bewildered to mare
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| As a glory knight
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| And I tried
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| Still I hear the scream of thousands:
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| «Crucify, crucify!!!
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| Take it all our gold, our home, our life
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| But we didn’t kill your Christ
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| Reach out for your holy grail
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| Enslave us and make us your god’s sacrifice!!»
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| Still I’m confused
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| If I was dreaming
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| Too late I realized
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| I’d been another fool
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| I pay the price |