When the walls of the castle come down and the King is nowhere in sight
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Take command of the soldiers and be their new leader for the rest of the night
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The fortune is there, it's hidden in the dungeon, take what you find
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Of the riches, and the knowledge, and the freedom, and leave the rest there, behind
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As the battle for your kingdom rages on and on, watch your men as they die
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And the slaughter of your people subsides, for there's no one left alive
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When the smoke blows away and there's nothing left to say, the dead will arise
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And assassinate their leader, who turned and ran away, for leaving them to die
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In the palace, on the street, hidden in everyone you meet
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Is a hatred or a love, fighting for the domination of the other's defeat
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If the hatred wins, the people kill each other in despair
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And the essence of the blood of the battle seeps out and fills the air
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If the love wins, the hatred conquered, fleeing in exile
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And the children run free, for everyone to see, they're pleased for a while
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Everybody's sayin' that the way to get to heaven is to be a good boy, now
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But the way to get to heaven is a path that's been faded since the day you were born
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As It Was Told
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| Sacred Rite |
