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And I can see the witches
burning in your eyes.
But they are not the ones,
who sold you these lies.
And the priests
sell their souls.
Chorus: We are not the ones, who bound your hands and turned the spear in your side. May the kings drown in the blood of their conquests.
May the dreamers
awake in a world, that is empty.
May the lovers
betray and be betrayed.
May the poets
choke on their own lies.
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