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Fear above, we fear below Severe the jaws, I raise myself from my darkest woes Ordeals of love, reveal the lows Severe the cause, I turn myself from the prophets world Break the chain, rise inane, fall to me Rise again, fall to me To read these words of a zealous god Bleeding away streams of consciousness Resist the will of all men of cloth Freedom suppressed from the saddest depths Chasing scorn away Dominions of our guardian’s dreams Foreseeing all this flesh and blood We try, no passage for the dead, we die Break the chain, rise inane, fall to me Rise again, fall to me From Letras Mania