It seemed that out the battle
I escaped walking down
The stairs of the burning tower
By the vision of a thousand pains
I realized the truth
On a throne made of broken wings
The evil sings his dark prophecy
In the mourning, I've drawn
Back the path of hope
And see the sordid destiny
Of a million children
In the crimson venom of their father
A million children baptized
And creeping for eternity in pain
By the vision of a thousand pains
I realized the truth
On a throne made of broken wings
The evil sings his dark prophecy

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