| In this coffin armor I await my game of fate
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| The noise from all the bloodthirsty spectators irate
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| Just ahead my adversary aggressing rapidly toward me
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| In the collision there’s a victor that arises from the debris
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| On a cloudy autumn afternoon I’m taking an infinite gaze to the sun
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| Back against the ground the crowd erupts but I’m taking
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| An infinite gaze to the sun
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| My slayer soaks the praises
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| From the legally enslaved
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| As they prepare my couch of libitina and a grave
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| The roaring fades to silence
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| The shock subsides to tranquilness
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| They rake the sand and disregard my final request
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| If anyone out there can read my mind
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| Please ask your god to favor my soul as I leave all you behind
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| I’ll request amnesty for all my crimes and beg to be
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| The chosen to oversee your earthly decline
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| On a cloudy autumn afternoon I’m taking an infinite gaze to the sun
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| Back against the ground the crowd erupts but I’m taking
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| An infinite gaze to the sun |