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I stand in defiance of the world creator

The spark of divinity is held within my soul

No archon has power over me, none will lead me astray

Deceive me not for I wield the sword of Truth, and I will not hesitate to slay

My mind is not for rent

By any god or government

They no longer cloud my vision

Of the black iron prison

Hold fast as we tread the mire, our quest be not in vain

Steal the source of Promethean fire - the prize of the Righteous claim

Set ablaze the limits of this world and propagate the Wisdom seed

Make way for the ones without masters, who ensnare the Angels of greed

Our minds are not for rent

By any god or government

They no longer cloud our vision

Of the black iron prison