| Gaze into these eyes of hatred.
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| Stand before you leave this world, of ruin.
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| war has spoiled me.
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| Fear will destroy us, no peace, no solace.
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| from the (core) smallest seed of boon, grows monstrous weakness.
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| And the lie fastens marching legions,
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| with the helm spinning, waging bloodshed.
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| In Darkness, I have braved the bustling oceans.
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| Drowning in nectar, of your sickly madness.
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| I shall swim down not with hands so broken.
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| Release this burden from me.
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| Rise and you will love and fear me.
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| In time you’ll see, there is but god in man.
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| Hate will become you, wield courage and truth.
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| From the (ash) thicket of a wreck, grow roses of grace.
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| Not the sword but the flags of reason
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| with the sun setting, on our freedom.
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| Gaze into these eyes of hatred.
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| Stand before you leave this world, of ruin.
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| war has spoiled our lives (pain enslaved)
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| Enslaved our minds, our honour.
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| Rage against the cries of god and angels.
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| Catholicon. |