| Faces in flames, that haunting dream
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| Relentless the echo of that scream
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| Awakened by hope, a vision seen
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| Faces in flames from the anvil now gleam
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| Never again evil men shall descend
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| Upon innocence for their hate to rend
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| This justice, sealed in corporeal form
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| For faces that remain, hope is born
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| Soul sealed in steel
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| Will cast into iron
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| Order eternal
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| Revealed, now kneel
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| Doomed to the cycle of flame
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| Search, now, for your graves
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| Those faces in flames, guiding the path
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| The hand of man of righteous wrath
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| Never again, shall that evil walk free
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| This justice shall find, wherever he sees
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| Hears what he fears, the flames that would sear
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| His loved ones shedding dying tears
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| Never again, an oath he swore
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| Faces in flames, the scenes of war
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| As flames sear the stones
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| The veil of hate suddenly falls
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| From the flames, those burning forms
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| Beg for mercy before the heart stalls
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| Pray, now, for your name
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| Standing midst these faces in flames
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| Standing midst innocence’s graves
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| Hearing again that tormenting scream
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| Crying midst a ravaged dream
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| So the ignorant curses the iron
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| The blade-bearer remains a fool
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| Cursed be our hearts of the tyrant
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| And the hand that built its tool
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| And so your symbol shall remain as justice
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| But the craftsman has known sin
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| A means to this heart so loveless
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| Shall devour its master from within
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| Soul sealed in steel
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| Will cast into iron
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| Order eternal
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| Revealed, now kneel
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| Doomed to the cycle of flame
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| Search now for your grave
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| Order eternal
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| Unseen, now kneel
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| Lost in the cycle of flame |