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Once upon a land, came a beast we call man

Unruly and unjust with the selfishness he trusts

In one direction he sees, nothing but himself

With no regard to you, or anyone...

His lessons are his own, his words seat the throne

There’s nothing you can do about it now!

Feel the hit of history’s hand

Rises up from the ashes of man...

Feel the hit of history’s hand

Born as a child, feared as, feared as a man

Do you like what you have done?

Your destruction makes you smile

You cry a tearless cry, a faceless way to die

You manifest your lifе and believe in what you try

With no rеgard to you, or anyone...

His lessons are his own, his words seat the throne

There’s nothing you can do about it now

Feel the hit of history’s hand

Rises up from the ashes of man...

Feel the hit of history’s hand

Born as a child, feared as, feared as man

What have we done?

What have we made of you?

What have we shared?

What have we taken, from you?

What have we done? (What have we done?)

Feel the hit of history’s hand

Rises up from the ashes of man...

Feel the hit of history’s hand

Born as a child, feared as, feared as man...