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There he stands, on the Desert Plain
Gazing at our Promised Land
Thinking of the Unthinkable
"A weak mind - the Crime of mine?"
He believes in the things we do
Carrying the Torch for me and for you
He's not a prophet of our doom,
But a savior for the poor
And cursed he is,
(Until the End of Time...)
The Lightbringer
Dreams of Alliance - An Alliance within
The True Believers shall still remain
Scorn and guilt; "What Have we done?"
We've slain all beings
In which the Devil may hide
