I feel the cold air hit my face
Take the fear away
I feel the fire burn my skin
As I approach
My death is certain but still
I don't regret my dreams
I faced the tyrants who want
The whole world on their knees
You must obey us
We are the messengers of the God
The fate of your souls
Lies within our grasp
Lies... Fear... Hate... Are your spawns
We were all filled with your lies
Since we were born
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