| Always looking for shelters, try to hide in the mist of the night
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| Exist beyond reasons, give up the authorities of time
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| Convoke in the name of god, born under the curse of inbreeding
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| They govern us subordinates, with fire, iron, goal and chains
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| It’s a strange institution, they’ve left you no will to survive
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| No truth and no mercy, with the sinner and the saints
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| It’s the thirst for freedom, that burns within everyone, so…
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| Raise your fist, be observant, rid us from the curses of the bad
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| Gates of resentment, can you feel your blood run colder
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| Gates of resentment, but you see its still the same
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| They’ve hanged, they’ve drawn, they’ve quartered
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| Its time to end the lies and false excuses
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| They’ve hanged, they’ve drawn, they’ve quartered
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| And they still have a smile on their face
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| Stop these men
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| Hear them speaking with tongues, not from this world
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| Have no confidence
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| Prepare to run for your life, everyone must be saved
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| All these guys are unexpected, no one wants to live in fear
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| So make the law and wipe them out, we have to break the line
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| Gates of resentment, can you feel your blood run colder
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| Gates of resentment, but you see its still the same
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| They’ve hanged, they’ve drawn, they’ve quartered
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| Its time to end the lies and false excuses
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| They’ve hanged, they’ve drawn, they’ve quartered
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| And they still have a smile on their face
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| Yeah
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| It’s going down really well, it’s all the work of the devil
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| Escaping once more from these guys, leave it all behind
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| The feeling that your feeling now is the feeling of pride
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| We’ve made them shed their mask, so we can turn another page
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| Your the tamer of the rabid lamb, you can be full of haughtiness
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| But be aware all the time, a restless spirit is running wild
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| Gates of resentment, can you feel your blood run colder
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| Gates of resentment, but you see its still the same
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| They’ve hanged, they’ve drawn, they’ve quartered
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| It’s time to end the lies and false excuses
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| They’ve hanged, they’ve drawn, they’ve quartered
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| And they still have a smile on their face |