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Unrelenting, their endevour to rule lives |
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Teaching you an artificial truth, |
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That you will grieve no more, |
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That you will die no more |
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Narrow minded mercenaries, |
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Slave traders, soul collectors |
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Send a promise of destruction |
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To those who will not kneel |
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Derision of the upright ones; |
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As fear devours all doubts |
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But there are so many things |
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I hold beyond their reach |
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The doom you promised me may come, |
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I'm not afraid |
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You cannot save me |
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I am the counterweight |
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No need to save me; |
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For I am the counterweight |
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And I will grieve no more, |
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I will die no more |