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Tantrum, from which the new man shall be formed
The orphaned blue blood of the celestial
Who shuns the burdens of them sainted whores
Shall manifest its splendors from barren soil
Behold his arrival, the Arcadian stray
Reeking refuse of your tender age
Marches forth and inseminates
Thy ophidian conclave
What is liberty?
But when the gods grow sick of us
What is mutiny
If not, breaking off the shackles of the gods?
Xαῖρε Ἕσπερε
Xαῖρε Φώσφορε
Contemplating millennia past
I wandered through wastelands astray
In company of that, larger than the gods
With animus that just won't wither away
What is liberty?
But when the gods grow sick of us
What is mutiny?
If not, breaking off the shackles of the gods
Xαῖρε Ἕσπερε
Xαῖρε Φώσφορε
Inquisition in the name of freedom
Decimation in the name of democracy
Hidden daggers and poisoned wine
All in the name of fraternity (fraternity...)
Hidden daggers and poisoned wine
All in the name of fraternity
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