| To the south there’s a city, ruled by a serpent-tongue
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| Spinning his lies and tales, blinding everyone
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| When I come to end this tyrant, he spouts words of silken twine
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| Winding me in vapours, mystifying, clouding up my mind
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| Then I recall words of warning said by my master
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| Never allow for his enchantments to penetrate
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| Know his weakness is my strength; |
| overcome this haze
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| Overlord your reign is at an end
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| Your false walls are crumbling within
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| Oppressor your spell has come undone
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| Defy no more, imposter, overlord
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| Once I see through the veil he has conjured out of dust
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| Trapping his followers in a world they cannot trust
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| Like a curtain hangs his doctrine, enslaving all who hear
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| I must destroy this web, free the people, alleviate their fear
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| As though a fog has been lifted, cries echo around us
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| And like his brother before him I feel no remorse
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| He will lie upon the altar, a well-deserving course
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| Overlord your reign is at an end
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| Your false walls are crumbling within
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| Oppressor your spell has come undone
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| Defy no more, imposter, overlord
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| You conjure your false walls
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| Imposter, you surround us
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| Your serpent tongue is enslaving everyone
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| Oppressor, overlord
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| Your doctrine, just vapours
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| Your lies are leading the lost
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| I will end you here
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| No more fear |