When doubts gnaw at the root
I dig into the oak's dress
Deep, very deep, as far as I can
Breathe heavily and hold onÂ
Imperfect among the pious
Let me show myself the truth
See parts of me go
Things inside me forever silent
This is how flowers bloom behind cunning
Where the stench is worst
Arose from misery new life
Immaculately a germ stirs
Lets me hope, completely infamous
When he took away my faith
That what is coming will one day be better
The germ grows skyward
Sanctum Imperium
Burning, I must perish
A free spirit, kindled by suffering
May die and will rise
Sanctum Imperium
In humility, those who were once burned
Filled with lights can find their end
Self-determined, by the hand of the spirit
So I want to be free and like a germ
Defy the spirit of the times, 1000 years< br/>Strive undeterred towards heaven
In the end, be the oak yourself
Open myself; to those who despair
Give hope and shelter
To what blooms what is barren and pure
The empire is holy Ewigheim
Sanctum ImperiumÂ
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