| «Not marching now in fields of Thrasimene,
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| where Mars did mate the Chartaginians…»
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| No dreams come true,
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| in the dark of his empty study,
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| he seems to long beyond the rest
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| of human race,
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| heavy deamons of the night now
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| are talking with my heart,
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| black arts will raise
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| my mind up to the sky
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| to control the powers of the world
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| Gloomy shadows of the earth,
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| in the dark of the night I’m evoking you,
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| now spirits of the hell dance 'round 'n 'round
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| with my soul,
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| I’m the king of illusion
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| Your will will be done…
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| On wings of glory,
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| my stare covers the world,
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| stars, winds and fire,
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| I control just with thought,
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| whatever I please in one second is real,
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| whenever I dream I can live actually,
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| whoever I face I’m the one who can win,
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| but I’m not… lord of my soul anymore
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| No fear, no real aim,
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| in heart,
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| my dreams have other hopes now,
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| I don’t feel emptyness, anymore
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| when clouds fill the sky,
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| I feel I’m lord,
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| I’m Lord of my soul |