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Sung into the groove, heavy as thunder

A rush of tears came in my eyes

From my youth towards this day

It's haunting me

But I never lay down the load from me

What's that movement

It's one of the capital errors

We call it one and only truth

From the very art of the wars, far from grace

Letting it go and away, in his own feelings

Glorious splendour and power

Glorious splendour and power

Glorious splendour and power

When people talk, he's exited

He his soft in his head

Glorious, splendour and power

His priestcraft as a web

Speaker of god, his body of power

It's more than you can bear

Bring him to arms to achieve,

That priestcraft is wrong

They will need to survive

Glorious, splendour and power

Glorious, splendour and power

Glorious, splendour and power and power and power