| Accusation — persecution
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| Violation of freedom
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| Empty souls, chasing power
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| Quelling empty desires
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| The present world you uncreate
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| Is the tomb you’ll populate
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| Your lust and greed, your envy and pride
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| The deadly sins you glorify
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| You’re running out of fools
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| To keep the blood from your hands
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| Making laws we can’t afford
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| In the name of God or some pasty lord
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| Rise and fall
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| The wolves are howling
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| Rise and fall
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| The wheel is turning
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| You’re, digging your own grave
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| Of red marble and gold
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| Your time has come
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| As you’re striving for the throne
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| With your heart made of stone
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| Engraved with all your misery
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| Desperation — annihilation
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| Destruction of wisdom
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| Twisted fools in bloodied towers
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| Crumbling with their empires
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| Admire your tomb from within
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| A holy place for all your sins
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| You are just the devil inside
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| Your progeny’s plastified
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| Trading your red marble and gold
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| For treasure in ashes cold
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| See how the rivers turned to red
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| Before they dried up our land
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| Rise and fall
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| The wolves are howling
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| Rise and fall
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| The wheel is turning
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| You’re digging your own grave
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| Of red marble and gold
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| Your time has come
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| As you’re striving for the throne
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| With your heart made of stone
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| Engraved with all your misery
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| The wheel is turning
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| The wolves are howling |