He created a material race Which would exist on a physical plain They would be different from the dogs They would make their own fate
He would not force them to follow him Though he'd attempt to guide them To his worship Hailing him mighty powerful god
To give this independence From himself to his new subjects He weaved into their essence A fragment of his soul
Jealousy burned through their minds Consuming the dogs' dull ways of before And they rose up against their master Attacked and wrought havoc on their lord Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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