| A fainting chant — arise and multiply
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| Majestic resonance, echo, crumbling to dust
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| My sin, the sin for which I’m greatly cursed
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| The pagan screech from the beat of raven’s wings
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| Resounds against the star-encrusted sky
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| So Rise, O Man, stand up and be joyful
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| For pain you shall have in abundance
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| The only time of peace is when we’re at war
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| Bringing death to a life
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| That will die for torture
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| Those who cry, «Please, we never wished it so!»
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| They shall be the first to die
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| When the rivers finally cease to flow
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| But with the blood you cried to receive
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| And the land gives nothing but the bodies
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| Of the slain who did try
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| To escape through a locked window
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| He weeps, laments, surrenders all his miracles
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| Quickly, come out of the shadow of the Cross
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| Has fate snuck in and mounted upon my body?
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| Sadly something in my heart does not wish to be cured
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| Far beyond heaven and earth
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| Empty space comes to an end
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| This I confess to you
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| When will we finally be satisfied?
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| Only with the light of battle in our eyes
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| Our revolution is against the inhumane world
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| I feel poisoned — I die in your arms
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| Send my soul through twilight to heaven
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| This is like confessing a murder |