Blacker than a raven's wing
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In the shackles of the power that awakened the darkness,
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The crucified earth lies,
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Looking into the void with prayer.
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The earth both groans and trembles,
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Around - confusion, pain gives rise to anger.
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You are not yet twenty
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And there was no chance to be in hell!
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Chorus:
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The power of fire! |
Crimson reflection as a sign.
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The power of fire! |
He will count the living and the dead.
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The power of fire! |
There is no ford here, but there is the last one, -
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Your hit, everything else doesn't count!
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The fire is tired of being submissive,
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I'm tired of humble my proud disposition and spirit.
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He rose up as a cruel beast,
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Despised the grace of our hands.
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Crawl into a hole, wait for the end!
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Let nearby throats tear Good and Evil, -
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Tells you the second "I",
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Hiding the truth face.
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Chorus:
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The power of fire! |
Crimson reflection as a sign.
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The power of fire! |
He will count the living and the dead.
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The power of fire! |
There is no ford here, but there is the last one, -
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Your hit, everything else doesn't count!
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Solo.
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War without rules, without borders,
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In one stream of hot blood and sweat.
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Death laughs, playing an encore
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Caprice, where fate is instead of notes.
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There is no mercy in her eyes,
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You look into them and don't look away,
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Your animal fear burns
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Hissing and writhing on the coals.
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Chorus:
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The power of fire! |
Crimson reflection as a sign.
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The power of fire! |
He will count the living and the dead.
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The power of fire! |
There is no ford here, but there is the last one, -
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Your hit, everything else doesn't count!
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The power of fire! |
Crimson reflection as a sign.
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The power of fire! |
He will count the living and the dead.
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The power of fire! |
There is no ford here, but there is the last one, -
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Your hit, everything else doesn't count!
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The power of fire!
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The power of fire! |