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He implores all of you, |
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he kneels before you, |
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Let this being outside of your rage and your hits |
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He proclaims himself: 'Holy Knight' |
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When he opened his trembling arms, |
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freeing himself of the oppression |
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Which gripped him, he saw the rising spirits around him |
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I implore all of you, I kneel before you, before you |
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Cause it's against you, brothers, I will fight |
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I'll fight for having desecrated the flesh, the flesh |
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Of the being for whom I live |
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For whom I'm ready to die |
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Under an unexplained spell, he moved forward |
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To the illuminated candled altar, he fused with the hot magic wax |
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And when, slowly, he consumed himself, human life leaving him |
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A being for whom I live |
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A being for whom I'm ready to die |
