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Lyrics

Dawn of the New Age
Like a son without his father
Like a bent and broken daughter
A product of chaos, immoral new ethos
Slaves 'till we die
An old machine
For misery
This is more then warfare
Too blind to see
Too deaf to hear
Read between f*cking lines
They seek to feel
Powers thought unreal
See me, Hear me, Heed me, Heed me
I'll guide you trough the dark
To the new age
What is
Will be
A deformed
Tragedy
What is
Will be
Reformed
By me
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