| A vow to he who is the maker
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| The father of Candarian demons
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| The father of sins and sinners
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| Guardian of dense forests
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| And we as his children will obey every word
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| With chains around feet and hands
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| So long since I’ve seen the light
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| My eyes hurt
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| As they are stitched together
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| Tung cut out and fingers crushed
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| A vow to he who is the maker
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| The father of Candarian demons
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| The father of sins and sinners
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| Guardian of dense forests
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| And we as his children will obey every word
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| With chains around feet and hands
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| We slave on through the night
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| So long since I’ve seen the light
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| My eyes hurt stitched together
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| Tung cut out and fingers crushed
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| Freedom is not an option
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| Escape you can but you’re always to be found
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| The light gives you away
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| Escape you can but you’re always to be found
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| The light gives you away
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| Some descend into darkness
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| Some will be forgotten
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| Your fate is sealed
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| Forever silent |