| To dreams of might
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| In his mind’s bleeding light
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| Securely the dreamer is bound
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| Building his empire in the clouds
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| That will come to exist through sound
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| In his dreams he would show them all
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| Declaring in hard, silent words
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| «False prophets and witches will burn
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| My judgement now be heard!»
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| Immersed in arcane secrets so ghastly to the common man
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| Limitless is the power of will as it yields to his command
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| Now — as my vision will come alive
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| To my kingdom I will arrive
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| Soon — it won’t be long
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| Until all of the world hears my song
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| Hear — ye of little faith now be warned
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| 'Cause infidels won’t be mourned
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| This day you can’t avoid
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| My vision cannot be destroyed
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| Facing a cold reality
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| Is where I now must make my stand
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| For that is the way, the only way
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| That makes the overman
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| Brick by brick
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| And with endless sweat
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| Dreams turn from air to stone
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| My vision hold and I surely know
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| The stones will turn to gold
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| I am passionate in my pursuits with a temper to match
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| There is no choice opposition must be wiped away from my path
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| I cry out to the skies the wind shall carry my name
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| I’m wild, free, and pure, and I can’t be tamed
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| The dreamer’s nature restlessly feeds its desire
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| A curse and a blessing it is that no force can put
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| Out my relentless fire |