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When I'm walking through the mountain with my arrows and my sword
Stepping at the footprints that technology has outgrown
Stunned by change, forsaken in time
I've become a wanderer to whom solitude offers a home

But who am I?
The king on the wrong throne
But who am I?
The king on the wrong throne

In a world of jails and judges, where superstitions become rules
A floor is built in the emptiness, and you can't look beyond the roof
Quiet decay loop, there’s poison in the air
The battle of wild pacifism will not put to sleep my heart

But who am I?
The king on the wrong throne
But who am I?
The king on the wrong throne

Cut the wings, forbid flying, for your fear to fall
From the depths, arose a giant, whose abysm has became too small.

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