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Sacrilege |
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By my hand |
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As a worthless pale memory |
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They look upon the old |
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The defiling of our land |
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And glorious nature |
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Shall become their undoing |
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As we lay our hate |
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And powers upon them |
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The dark eternity |
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I am veiled in wind |
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I am not alone |
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Unleashed hate and anger |
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By mountains strength |
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We shall prevail by our unity |
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And for the old - for the old |
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Battle cries shall rage up |
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From all our valleys |
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Unleashed hate and anger |
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By mountains strength |
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We shall prevail by our unity |
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Our hurling storms of hatred |
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Curse their wretched souls |
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Our great spirit of strength |
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Shall battle to the death |
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With wisdom we walk |
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With might we slay |
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And their spiritless bodies |
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We shall dance upon |
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Peace shall never be thine |
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And we shall feast |
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And we shall sing |
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In our neverending glory |
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On our path of the wise |
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We shall dance on our hallowed ground |
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Our souls are as one |
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With earth - spirit |
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And the old - the old |
