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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


What is

Will be


By me

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