... and he put immortal souls into fragile, crippled shells
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he broke our nexks, he tore our teeth
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he wanted us - angels - to become his slaves
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and that was the slap that the giants cannot stand
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we are the rebel ones
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the individuals
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the ones that are not afraid
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to spit in the tyrant's face
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fuck yeah! this means war!
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these mountains are the corpses of my brothers
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the ocean is the blood of my mother Earth
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this is what blind and mad usurper did create...
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hate!!!
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now i forge my sword
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can't wait to face the one and his legions of worms
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now I forge my sword
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this war must last forever, until the falls from his throne
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now I forge my sword
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dreaming of sweetest stench, stench of the dead god
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Sweetest Stench Of The Dead
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| Lux Occulta |
