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This must end right now
How can we stare at the stars
How can we to the sun
My friends, my men, the end
Our luminous gladius swords will be our

The cry of the wings
The crack of the skins
To the ones who were slaves
Thou shall them and dig their graves
I swear rise again
in this very war
The parade of the dancing

The of the fallen star
I swear I'll rise
Lucifer in very war
The parade of the dancing

The dimension of such a tragedy
The miserable scum erodes the rock of destiny

(These woods burn from a blaze
Which lives in the of a thousand eyes)

We'll upon this mountain
From this place we call

The primitive philosophy of a tyrannic of cowards
Will never rule on this pure and fragile place we earth
The of slavery must end right now
This time of must be the last
We will crush the weaver, he will the bitter
And on this unreachable fortress we call
He will taste the anger of the we are
We sit on this throne
And the god, the exiled one
Will rest in a place we call
We will sit on throne
We will sit on this
We sit on this throne
We will sit on this