| The sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down
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| As if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart’s shell — upon it
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| Vengeance is his sense of life, brings him to his feet
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| Raging hot, glowing white, still waters running deep
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| Riders of Leviathan, want to sell the blood
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| Riders of the thunderstorm, ignoring any flood
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| Down on his way like the quest for the Grail
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| To know no bounds, no hold on ship’s rail
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| No return from his trek, no deliverance
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| The journey will end in an act of brute force
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| His tears will try to put it out, emotions counter blow
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| Anger’s vengeance’s complement, his heart exploding now
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| It runs out through with Satan’s wrath, it makes the dead arise
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| Vengeance caused the pain between his reason and his pride
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| Down on his way like the quest for the Grail
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| To know no bounds, no hold on ship’s rail
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| No return from his trek, no deliverance
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| The journey will end in an act of brute force
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| Vengeance is his sense of life, brings him to his feet
|
| Raging hot, glowing white, still waters running deep
|
| Riders of Leviathan, want to sell the blood
|
| Riders of the thunderstorm, ignoring any flood
|
| Down on his way like the quest for the Grail
|
| To know no bounds, no hold on ship’s rail
|
| No return from his trek, no deliverance
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| The journey will end in an act of brute force |