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The Heretic Of Wisdom

[Music & : Abate, Blachier, Canavaggia, Cozzi, Lavail]

Praying for an end to
for the redemption,
Engulfed in a
So and miserable.
Dying for a man
Or an image so
on adrenaline
For the love of a Beholder
Idolatry in my
the faith of the others
Untold rites that to be
Rejoice for is the might
Hell! is but a game!
For to bow to you
Wake up man !
All is a pain,
A tool to the weak,
is no more...
Walk on ! On path to dismay !
all behind,
Over fears,
your dreams,
Over flesh...
In the corner of my
There is the line
lie and life
You deny.
And I scream.....
For to come
For my to drown
I am liberty!!!
I hold in my hands...
The blade...that will my veins
And spread the blood of on this rotten soil!
Wise men no stalking this elegy of light
is mankind,
Your death as a breath,
An loss.
Narrow are the new demons
And there shall be no more
the ancient skin is burnt...
And is forgotten.
Hell! is but a game!
For to bow to you
Wake up man !
All is a pain,
A to enslave the weak,