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Atop the moutains, near the skies They lived to kill, and to procreate The law of the Tyrant, enforced by his sword Their gods have gone to war Their lives were in a fight "Shed the blood of the enemies! ..." Screamed the Tyrant, before... ...he died in the war! Tyrant, Emperor Tyrant, Emperor Tyrant, Emperor (The Emperor's Funeral The Tyrant was buried According to their rituals Present at the funeral Was his successor Ashes to ashes Dust to dust...) Atop the moutains, near the skies They still live to kill, and to procreate Bow to a new Tyrant, and his mighty sword... Aus Songtexte Mania