Helpless in your soul killing your hope Oppressed by masses in divine resignation Fields of desolation to live or die Deep in your mind its not my kind Now its time I stare to fight Kings on earth I cannot find Born in a dark cold winter night I prefer the bracing winds of truth Wrapped up in lies tormenting my pain When I hate your face bearing evil souls Prayer of defense pride and power Cracking the whip lipstick and terror Now its time I stare to fight Kings on earth I cannot find Born in a dark cold winter night I prefer the bracing flames of hell Now its time I stare to fight Kings on earth I cannot find Born in a dark cold winter night I prefer the glowing of my soul
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