| A thousand dawns and thousand dusks I’ve seen
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| A thousand tales of Pagan Gods I’ve lived
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| A cross they brought from afar
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| Nothing but a symbol
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| It seems like a swarm is devouring the Sun
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| A pale emblem of the past
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| Whitering in a grass-covered stone
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| You heathen, dammation is for you
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| In your own lie you’re a sinner
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| Flames of hell await for you
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| If still in the forest you seek elderly gods
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| I disown forced rules and holy writings
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| All of your beliefs, I deny
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| I will refuse an imposed faith, always
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| Rebel I remain, faithful only to myself
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| From the desert othr gods have come
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| An imposed faith
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| That I do not undrstand
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| That I do not comprehend
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| The end descended bringing famine and plague
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| Our wasted deities, the hollow that they leave
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| Can’t be replaced
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| With this flesh and blood
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| I disown forced rules and holy writings
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| All of your beliefs, I deny
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| I will refuse an imposed faith, always
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| Rebel I remain, faithful only to myself
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| Another dawn we’ll see
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| Another kind of life we’re going to live
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| Your grave our cradle, your loss our heritage
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| Usurpers
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| You’ll be cursed for all times
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| We’ll build a cage to enslave you
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| Until the edge of eternety
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| The northern winds will blow as razors in your flesh
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| The glacial breath of our land
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| Will take what belongs to us
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| Under the baying of the hounds
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| The wild hunt has just begun
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| In storming flames all the new world will burn
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| The silent gates of Annwn are open
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| Unknown spirits from night primeval
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| Sailing the river of the air
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| Rebel I’ve been and now a myth I am
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| My deeds have remained in stories to tell
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| I’m the one who foretold the return of Arawn
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| The seeds of consciousness are ready to arise
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| Rebel I’ve been and now a myth I am
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| My deeds have remained in stories to tell
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| I’m the one who foretold the return of Arawn
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| The seeds of consciousness are ready to arise |