| With power and Might this storm wind is blowing
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| Tear down the Christian monuments in this night
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| Take hold of our trembling Enemies bodies
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| Fear the force of this pagan storm
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| Since 2000 years
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| We hear these lies
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| Every day and every night
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| Since the time of our infancy
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| All these invented stories
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| The people’s mind
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| Poisoned by wrong
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| Promises A heart full of
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| Fear to suffer to suffer purgatory
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| With power and Might this storm wind is blowing
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| Tear down the Christian monuments in this night
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| Take hold of our trembling Enemies bodies
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| Fear the force of this pagan storm
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| But time is coming
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| And the first free thought
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| Is running trough your head
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| But deep in you heart
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| You can feel something
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| Is wrong with this story
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| In ancient times this wind was born
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| Grows up again, to a storm
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| We ride on its wings and fly through the night
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| Together we stand and we fight
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| With power and Might this storm wind is blowing
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| Tear down the Christian monuments in this night
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| Take hold of our trembling Enemies bodies
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| Fear the force of this pagan storm |