| In a time, in a place long abandonned by the Masters
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| You’ve done it and sinned against me
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| You’ve done it and sinned against me again
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| Pretending you’re not bound by the rule of the Illusion
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| You came and stole my life
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| You’ll bear the mark of the Usurper — Until you die
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| You came and stole my life
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| You bear the mark of the Usurper
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| And now you run from it — You try to run from it
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| That’s your decision, that’s your mistake
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| And when the time comes for redemption
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| Expect to see Him coming
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| Expect to see Him coming for you
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| Claiming your life, avenging the lost one
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| You came and stole my life
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| You’ll bear the mark of the Usurper — Until you die
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| You came and stole my life
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| You bear the mark of the Usurper
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| You cannot run from it!
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| Down by the river stealthy movements
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| Seem to gracefully induce a dance and harvest an even ground
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| Slowly revealing the reason why you must be punished
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| And taken away from all existence
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| «Why» is the word painted on your lips
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| Innocence faked is a form of art
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| You’ve crossed the divine line
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| And vanity is your crime
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| You came and stole my life
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| You’ll bear the mark of the Usurper — Until you die
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| You came and stole my life
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| You bear the mark of the Usurper
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| And now you run from Him! |
| (and now you run) |