| Slowly it’s awakened
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| Silent this time
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| A growing rage like a serpent
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| With a cunning grin, I took a bite
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| Blinded by fury
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| Who knows evil from good
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| I hear him laughing, that old serpent
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| It echoes through the night
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| Some say it’s over now
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| The days when we were glorious
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| A sharp sword from my mouth
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| Will strike their nations down
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| Those gentle answers
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| Humbly given by wise
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| Turns to a steel edge sharpened
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| At the end of a fool’s knife
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| I’ll be the righteous judge
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| No calm when I’m reborn
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| For those fallen short of the glory
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| I’ll be the tempest, I’ll be the storm
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| A fool says it’s over now
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| The days of my father’s wrath
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| The hate dwelling in the soul
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| Merge with the returning son
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| I’m cleansing the dirt from the evils of man
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| But a foul taste of sour grapes lingers on
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| My words like a blade and my teeth are set on edge
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| A fire grows a thunderstorm over the world
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| (Fire)
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| (Like a thunderstorm)
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| (Like a thunderstorm)
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| Regenerate yourself through my blood
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| A dark red poison through your veins
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| Now drink it all
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| For this is my blood (This is my body)
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| Like glancing through a window melted by the sunlight
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| (Praise the morning star)
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| The stories of the father turns to vapor as a new sunrise
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| (All is gone)
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| The ruler of the dolorous
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| On the throne before us
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| His light will never find you
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| Through the ice around you
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| A longing for the coldness far away from sunlight
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| (Praise the morning star)
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| The memory of the father
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| Shattered in this new sunrise
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| (All is gone)
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| The ruler of dolorous
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| On the throne before us
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| His light will never find you
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| Through the ice around you
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| No one there to guide you
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| I’m cleansing the dirt from the evils of man
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| But a foul taste of sour grapes lingers on
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| My words like a blade and my teeth are set on edge
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| A fire grows a thunderstorm over the world |