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When I was told to trace back the origin of greed |
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I could not help but think: 'greed is our vital creed' |
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As Cain slew his brother, we eventually kill our dreams |
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His mark withstands the water brought to wash our deepest sins... |
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Ever... |
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What was it that made the ancient Alexander to be great? |
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The lands that he had conquered or the myriads he'd enslaved? |
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Charlemagne's great scheme: 'bite off more than one can chew' |
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Made ashes turn to ashes, and empires turn to ruins |
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Arise, silent spirits |
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And tell your stories |
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And now, by this fire |
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Let the truth be known... |
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[Chorus:] |
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Great lives |
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Great men that paid tribute to their lunacy |
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All of them, in this sad little lesson of history |
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Great deeds |
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Great feats that changed our destiny |
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In this sad little lesson of history |
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We are supreme beings, the ones with intellect |
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Underneath those garments, we're weaklings all the same |
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But as silence tells more, let actions speak |
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We came, we saw, and we ruined the world... |
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Never... |
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Bonaparte, who in earth could ever forget your ways? |
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First kill, then rest, and never ever regret |
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Then came the famous German that set Fenris loose |
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And the wretched folks of Zion became prey to the wolf |
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So cry havoc... and release the dogs of war! |
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What does it matter if we all |
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Fight each other for our own cause |
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[Repeat chorus] |
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Old names remind us we're not different |
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In this sad little lesson of history |
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New names, the same old twisted story |
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In this complex, sad, little lesson of history |
