Thunder and Lightning, the Gods take revenge
  Running, on our way
  Blood feeds the machine, Victims falling under cannons.
  Never-ending maze, drift on numbered days
  No more can they keep us in.
  Alone I catch my soul falling to your knees, suffer for his Glory.

    To begin whipping dance of the death
    Make your deal this terrible hell stop me           (Chorus)
    So be it liberty or death!!!
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