| By black we ride, or so they say
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| Our need for reason, their greed is paid
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| Powers rumble for spiritual sway
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| Paths are laid then leaders stray
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| It’s right then left, which way to turn
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| Follow me or forever burn
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| We evil blessed, bring your soul to sell
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| All wish away into empty wells
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| Fortunes found in holy halls
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| Redeem your every fault
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| When dogmas given are blindly held
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| And treasures given caught
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| Any wish can only last
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| Until the spell’s descried
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| While subtle, wicked, ways
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| Fracture weakened minds
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| Slaves of a different kind march to broken bells
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| Freedom in a bind and make it all sound well
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| Blackened blue etched in glass forming outer walls
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| Tell clearly of the emptiness and mute distressful calls
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| Lines lead to dead ends where
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| Plays seen are never clear
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| And those who ride never fare
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| Crowned voids forever rule
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| In worlds lived and learned of fools
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| Conformity’s the teachers' tool |