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I see fists rising

Towards the beast they are pointing

Voice of nations muted

Start of a rebellion

Cant feel pain I'm wasted

My lovely home left devastated

Now joined army of freedom

Marching towards the demigod

Iron curtain falls

shadders to pieces

And their heads rise

Like A flower blooming

Now grew the wings of hatred

Act of war maybe I waited

Exact strike to the center

Fall of the tyrant

Iron curtain falls

shadders to pieces

And their heads rise

Like A flower blooming