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Gates made of gold
will take you on tonight
In place where you can sell
Your soul for zero price
You see these mighty walls
That slaves built for they lord
Like hopless managed dolls
Who obey each word
They were like you before
They had their way to live
But sly and ugly war
Destroyed all human dreams
And now they are here with you
Driven by his voice
Who urges to serve and die
And gives no other choice

Pride... was lost in the cycle of time
Now its his turn to decide
Under which flag you will die
When it's your turn to fight

For Palace of God
That's built on human bones
The Palace of God
He is the mighty one

Exhausted and half-dead
You take your heavy sword
Its cold and rusty blade
Now ready to spill the blood
The mighty hungry Lord
Is ready to command
And faceless skinny crowd
Will fight until the end

Now...when army is ready to fight
Now it is your turn to decide
Under which flag you will die
When it's your turn to fight

For Palace of God
That's built on human bones
The Palace of God
you went against the rules
The Palace of God
Is now your enemy
The Palace of God
This battle will give you freedom

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