| Whispers of pendulum filling the cage of your mind
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| Painting its walls with pure hatred
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| Freezing the flames of chaos once turned into word
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| Cosmic feeling once turned into dust
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| Together we stand and challenge the crowds of god
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| Annihilation of lies hidden beyond the core
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| Thoughts of free will spinning around
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| And waiting for souls where life doesn’t mean anything —
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| Dream of a Kingdom where Chaos and Word used to be Unity
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| Congregation of those who revengefully look into eyes of deceiver
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| And burn out his world of forbidden truth
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| Whispers of pendulum filling the cage of your mind
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| Painting its walls with pure hatred
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| Freezing the flames of word once turned into chaos
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| And you — nail him down to the cross
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| Feel sweet taste of power and omnipotence
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| And they nail you down to the cross
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| Feel sweet taste of retribution
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| And greed for the power of someone who claims to be God
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| «Et cum consummati fuerint mille anni solvetur Satanas
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| De carcere suo et exibit et seducet gentes quae sunt
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| Super quattuor angulos terrae Gog et Magog et congregabit eos
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| In proelium quorum numerus est sicut harena maris» |