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Man's ambition
Man's law
Man's design
Man's flaw

Short sighted, weak-hearted
Confusing men with gods

Dealers of torture, nailed down to their fortune
For a dead god taught them the words

They think they're the great commanders of fate
The hands behind civilization

The last march of men, the true last of them
Now their bastards will build their own nation

To ruin
To dust
All for nothing
In wasted blood

To ruin
To dust
In a shining
Shining crown of stars

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