| You are an imaginary*
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| Founder of the world
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| But your throne — it’s just clouds
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| Only sun has real warmth
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| It’s real
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| Only sun has real warmth
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| I feel his power
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| You’re just his creation — sun’s spawn
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| Your authority — dense smoke
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| Try to look above
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| Rusty nymbus over your saint head
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| Maybe real lord is there
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| And you’re only a cheap doll in his fiery hands
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| Recognize your helplessness and your feebleness
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| Fall back and don’t return again
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| Don’t try to pretend authority of sanctity
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| I see your eyes and they are full of fear
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| Are you ready for the court of major reign of the sun
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| You are lost in your lie, which enslaved so much people
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| Are you ready for the court of major reign of the sun
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| You are lost in your lie, which enslaved so much people
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| You terror is punished now
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| Behold the strength of the real flame
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| Your fucking angels are dishonored
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| What do you mean, when you speak about the sanctity
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| These are the empty words and you know this like me
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| Just stop to run from the answer to this question
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| This is your
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| Last chance for the freedom
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| The eyes start to burn
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| Because hells fire’s in your heart
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| The pain throws away
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| Your hopeless soul belongs to sun
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| This is the end of your
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| Reign over our minds
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| But humanity isn’t free and this’s your guilty
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| World is full of your slaves
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| Which continue your way
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| And our mission is to destroy this way at all
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| Don’t you understand
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| Who has begun this court
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| It is the real son of sun
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| What do you mean, when you speak about the sanctity
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| These are the empty words and you know this like me
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| Just stop to run from the answer to this question
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| This is your
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| Last chance for the freedom |