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We've become ill from the power constricted in our mindsWe are a mark of the beast our father claimed us not to be.Why must we take strength from a man so pureAnd laugh at the words he claimed would set us assail?A stranger, A man falling astray...I know your screaming to help but somethings must be!We are not good, We are not proud!Move onwards and let your wings be our lightWe have fallen into the arms of a bad man..And we will weep until the light shines down!Take the hand of this certaintyHis vultures gather to steal every little piece of our souls..The Rotten and decayed words ohh...They speak."Crown me your king for all my wrong doings youve never seen my purest actions"We are a mark of the beast our father claimed us not to be.My father please guide us in prosperity Aus Songtexte Mania