| Amidst the burning rubble the spirit still lives on
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| To rise above all poverty, to rise above all wrong
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| No one needs your bloodied sword, I’ll get what’s truly mine
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| Bullets of hate kept in your hands, they’ll burn a hole in time
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| Rebel against all hate, and tell the story straight
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| We are no more noble than our words
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| Be true to your beliefs, don’t do wrong and retreat
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| 'Cause action leads to triumph in this world
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| One hundred years of death will end, then the black death will begin
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| The peasants rise to slay a knight, whose wife must taste his sin
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| In the tree he hangs alone, helpless and aflame
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| A feast of bones and melting flesh, his children scream his name
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| Rebel against all hate, and tell the story straight
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| We are no more noble than our words
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| Be true to your beliefs, don’t do wrong and retreat
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| 'Cause action leads to triumph in this world
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| The passing of this life will teach to none be ever true
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| Realize fate is in your hands and you alone control its moves
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| Amidst the burning rubble the spirit still lives on
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| To rise above all poverty, to rise above all wrong
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| No one needs your bloodied sword, I’ll get what’s truly mine
|
| Bullets of hate kept in your hands, they’ll burn a hole in time
|
| Rebel against all hate, and tell the story straight
|
| We are no more noble than our words
|
| Be true to your beliefs, don’t do wrong and retreat
|
| 'Cause action leads to triumph in this world
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| Rebel against all hate, and tell the story straight
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| We are no more noble than our words
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| Be true to your beliefs, don’t do wrong and retreat
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| 'Cause action leads to triumph in this world |