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It would have been different if I choose to read the truth with more infinite views. with foresight eyes I would seen over my times over one in a thousand lands. Different if I didn't grind in rules a call to revive what belongs to the soul. My era's limits I could have surpass but as my coevals, nothing else. I had to be inspired specialty untellable by the human say, but I've been like all, it's my misery burning your right to think, your right to wait, your right to choose all what you feel true Burning your steps burning your freedom to search Burning your right to doubt burning your thought your sacred right to get there alone Burning your route burning your right to be true I made myself answer to my own faith Holding to all, I should just testify A poor pious victim, I chased this pretense SongtexteI quiet my conscience at your expense I could have made modernity writing eternal history but I've been like all, it's my pillory. I could trusted in something strong more than true and false frail relics rather than kill who never will be able to erase immortal wealth. Results answers me I impaled my God, His right to wait, His right to respect all what you feel true impaled your search impaled with threat of the hell For what you didn't do I punished you your sacred right to get there alone Punished your soul denied you knowledge of love Aus Songtexte Mania