| As I leave the ground behind,
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| Heading to the sky,
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| I look down at what remained
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| Of rich and mighty land.
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| As they took away our gods,
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| Blaming all their names,
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| Burying ancient legacy,
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| Till the end of time…
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| Till the end of time…
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| Pushing idol from the coasts
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| As it drifts down to the sea,
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| Irrigating fields by blood
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| In the name of trinity.
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| Preaching brand new holy truth,
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| Knee-deep'n seven deadly sins,
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| Sinking motherland in tears
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| Of the chosen ones…
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| Desecrated ones…
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| Why, you mighty Makosh,
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| Made our faith’d die?
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| Why, you made me carry
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| Gift of prophecy?
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| I should swallow sorrows but
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| Cannot change a thing.
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| All the suffers I see just
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| Pass under my wing…
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| See my nation to arise, |