| Lost in the delta of Venus, lost in a welter of shame
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| Deep in the forest of evil we embark on the new crusade
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| Cease your foolish plea we have come to banish the land
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| I stand as Saint Sebastian with love for a higher command
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| And there where hope is dust so strange and absolute
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| Nestling in sweet sorrow is the saviour of our youth
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| All is quiet where the angels fear
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| Oh my blood relations the revolutionary spirit is here
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| All is quiet where the angels fear
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| Oh my heir-apparent the revolutionary spirit is here
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| Sons defy their fathers; |
| lose their way deep in the mist
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| Their hearts like alabaster crack and crumble when they kiss
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| Cease your foolish plea we have come to banish the land
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| I stand as Saint Sebastian with love for a higher command
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| All is quiet where the angels fear
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| Oh my blood relations the revolutionary spirit is here
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| All is quiet where angels fear
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| Oh my heir-apparent the revolutionary spirit is here
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| Courage my sad companion mute in silence you’ll find no relief
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| Faith is the counter-poison
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| The power compels you to flee from grief
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| Cease your foolish plea we have come to banish the land
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| I stand as Saint Sebastian with love for a higher command
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| And there where hope is dust so strange and absolute
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| Nestling in sweet sorrow is the saviour of our youth
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| All is quiet where the angels fear
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| Oh my blood relations the revolutionary spirit is here |