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Born in a small village

Grow and he lost his bro

Look as a higher image

Find secrets through his lost

And so became the one

That leaders want to follow

The future ready to start

Vision man of sorrow

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Master of vision lying in forest

Secrets illusion inspired by disorder

New found power that seize the day

This cult life enlarge his fame

Fame attracts the world elite

Give the fortune to create

Mind and lighting he uses to build

Alone burn inside this sacred flame

This wont be the end

Wealth wants him slave

Puppet beings think as dead

Ride the electric wave

And that the story goes

our madman thought is forced

The one that saves the worlds

Keep his promise and his word

And all the thinks he done

Analyzed them in his lab

High power in its start

A new hope for every man

Fire a great tool and weapon

Not his first think in purpose

Find a night with a dead moon

Dead lying his final pose

Fame rides on angel's wings

World lost his prophet

For his thoughts and iron will

His spirit will never rest