| Fear tomorrow’s adversary
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| And the wealth of uprising
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| The final storm will be released
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| And the unmerciful will erect
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| Hidden from the eyes of your god
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| I will proclaim original sin
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| And have you all purged and purified
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| From the lies that remain within
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| Cleansed and draped in sulphur linen
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| Black and pure since the beginning
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| Mercy is not truth
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| Your sins are next to mine
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| Mercy is not truth
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| All your sins are next to mine
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| My soul’s ablaze
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| Inflamed with rage and isolated
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| In whirlwinds of hate
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| My soul’s ablaze
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| Yet camouflaged in the haze
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| Why did he not see this coming
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| What did he not understand
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| One time forsaken
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| But forgotten I am not
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| I will win this war
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| But never the peace
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| I am my own free spirit
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| Hence I will not rest |