One thousand hours I will stay under the sun
To catch the man, as old as the hills
To throw his crown, and take his scepter
And see my pride reaching top of the sky
Dissection, laceration of the humanity
You feed your people with poisoned wheat
Your tiranny will end today
There is no tomb
That can hold my body down
So there is no man
Who can bury my courage
Practice the ancient ways
Maybe the day is around the corner
No tomb
Can hold my body down
So there is no man
Who can bury my courage
Practice the ancient ways
Practice the ancient ways
I am the threat, the conception
I am the one you fear most
Under the folds of the chains that you see
There is the final destruction
I will tame you, cruel king
Gone are the days when your people feel pain
Gone are the days of fake justice
So your oppression will end up today
Finally, you're at my feet
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