| Company of heaven has sent us a chosen apostle
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| To the treasure of the damned
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| Blessing no longer be poured the mystical lord
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| Covered with rich headdress
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| He will proceed his way over the line
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| Furious as tiger
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| Once the tower rocked and cracked beneath its lash
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| Caught inextinguishable fire
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| Conqueror — Conqueror — Conqueror
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| The lord of host gave ear into his sing
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| Intolerable blackness helms him
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| Only the lightning from his hand that sits
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| When usurping tyrants fall
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| An unsullied maid baffles his seductions and his ire
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| Pines in the poison
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| Compassion is the vice of kings
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| Stamp down the wrelched weak
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| Conqueror — Conqueror — Conqueror
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| You are not of the slaves that perish
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| Pity them not
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| Tear down that lying spectre of centuries
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| Vices and virtues words
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| We’ll hide in a smash of sorrow
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| You shall fear
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| Let your rites be rightly performed
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| With joy and beauty
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| Conqueror — Conqueror — Conqueror
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| Conqueror |