I (myself) Esteban son of the dark side,
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illuminated monarch of the abyss
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(which is) forgotten by the divine light
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I'm alive.
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Ancient now inexistent laws,
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which have been destroyed by you man,
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prevented me from waking up.
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I will come riding a black dragon
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in delirium winds and anguish wings
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purify the air 'cause I'm coming and sacrifice
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to the big tree with fire and blood.
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I Esteban promise...
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Power and glory in the anarchy of evil
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to you poor mortals unite in my magic circle
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in a way without return swear in me voices in the wind
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voices from a moan which fades in a delirium
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like the weak dust settles on the ruins of the past.
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Oh lost souls in the whirl of the infinite
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Esteban is alive... and so is the legend...
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Esteban's Promise
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| Opera Ix |
