| Before myself, no god was created
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| As there will be none after me
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| It is I, who became eternal
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| It is I who claimed, did and overcame
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| It is I who is a god!
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| This is what I am… since the beginning and except for this fact,
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| there is no saviour… no saviour coming for thee!
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| There is no affection but for the ones of my kin
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| I will not hide my thought nor will I open the halls of discretion within this
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| rotten, grounds of Earth
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| May the priests chans the usurper’s gospels
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| May the scourges of nslavements cry all out for war
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| Look for me ndlessly, as I am the image within…
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| The mirror you are staring every morning
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| Me, the eternal, the outspoken one;
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| The architect of truth, me, the god o my realm
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| The looser within your gasp I proclaim what is right!
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| This have I spoken!
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| Me; |
| the god of my realm
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| At the very Place where I’ve been waiting
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| For myself in this forgotten Place
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| No one ever waited for me
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| But the own chose path of experience… |