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Everything is tied, even God has his strings There's left much pride... Heritage of old kings... Woven with laws, woven with lies Life's the cause, Pain's the prize But I can change, everything around Heaven's in range, with the spice I found I am the Son of morning, destined to try Climbing all my mountains, climb so high Watching the screaming seas... of Eternity I decide to become God, Aus Songtexte Mania