| There is a pain inside me
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| A pain as old as earth
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| That has outlived civilizations
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| A primordial anguish so strong
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| So unforgiving in its innocence
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| That I would cut it from me
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| There is fear inside me
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| A fear that twists my mind
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| A vision of what the future holds
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| For my land, my home, my kin
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| A future void of dignity
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| I would use this fear
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| As a warning of what may pass
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| I would use this fear
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| There is hatred inside me
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| That has stemmed from a millennia
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| Of pain, hardship and fear
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| I have watched my people prosper
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| And I have watched them turn to dust
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| I would watch them crawl in filth
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| I would use this hatred
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| «We are ready to die and shall die cheerfully and proudly
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| You must not grieve for all of this.»
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| There is evil inside me
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| I fear its power so strong
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| I fear as it compels me to hate
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| A primal energy so powerful
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| An ancient force flowing in my veins
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| I am one with malevolence
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| And no regret shall come from my deeds
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| For I am at one with malevolence |