| Where is the passion of belief
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| Inner movement one can live
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| Rule is to take but not to give
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| You saw a dawn banishing night
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| Did what you thought was right
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| To revive the world that is in need
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| Home was a shelter, now you are displaced
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| Tools of order that hunt you and chase
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| Bring the storm for those in disgrace
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| Now starts the game
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| And the scene is drowned in grey
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| Where fate decides who is hunter, who is prey
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| Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still
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| But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal
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| Our reconciliation burning in my heart
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| Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel
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| It’s not my will what must be done
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| I’m not the only one
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| Oath is the bound that holds me down
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| A wheel of time signs «the die is cast»
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| Grinds men into dust
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| And you shall burn in stake at last
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| In my wild dreams I hear breaking ice
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| Water’s arms do embrace, baptize
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| Tongues of fire devour your cries
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| Life for a life, but it’s path becomes now vain
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| Who will hear my pray
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| Redeemer twice betrayed?
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| Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still
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| But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal
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| Our reconciliation burning in my heart
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| Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel |