| See the fool that dances on his grave
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| To the sound of the burial march
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| Dance for the hunger
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| Dance for the thirst
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| Quell them both with doom
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| See the fool prancing into his grave
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| Play minstrel play
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| A song in minor key
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| Sing it to the crowd
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| And for the kings to be
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| Lost are the traces of yesterday’s gods
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| On the day when he claimed their place
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| Lost is the reverence, lost in the awe
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| For the land, for the sea, for the sky
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| Into the dark, a proud parade is marching on
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| Under the sign of enlightenment
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| A fool’s crusade
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| Play minstrel play
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| On fiddle and on flute
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| In the light of fire
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| In this cold night
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| Lost are the shelters of yesterday’s world
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| On the day when we sold it out
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| Lost is the reverence, lost in the awe
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| For the land, for the sea, for the sky
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| Caressed by the sweet sunlight
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| Tumorous skin needs tanning
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| Swim in toxic rivers
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| Hail the countryside
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| Feel the wind in your hair
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| Feel the stench in your nostrils
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| Numb your consciousness with pleasure
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| Hail the country died
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| Crush the dream and wake up, ignorant one!
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| Kill the fool, kill him now!
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| The end has begun
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| Play minstrel play
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| For the fall of man
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| Celebrate his name
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| And his master plan
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| Lost are the pillars on which he once ruled
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| On the day when he blames himself
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| Lost is the reverence, lost in the awe
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| For the land, for the sea, for the sky
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| Into the dark, a proud parade is marching on
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| Under the sign of enlightenment
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| A fool’s crusade |