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"Ain't you are the ardent revolting cannon foe!" Craned suspended greasy slug necks Loud howling judges of the ecclesiastical court An elder faced to justice, coarse cloth Faintly hall-smiling replying minting words "Tricking out the evil could be a sin confront to Lord Or dare you claiming that thou tormenting folks lesser sinner art?" "Ah poor wretch, could you argue faithful servants Bring self to book, you were doing something there At the black school, in the precincts of the devil Free will attendance is already a proof of blame" "Twice dolt you are, proof of blame, ha-ha-ha The place where 've been I doesn't show how I act No blasphemy pushed me there, you don't care A gasp for a drink of some knowledge made me try What is power? What makes folks turn into savageness and shame? Different issues troubled my mates and whoever else could respond - Tempter! We did a horrible treaty 1.5 years spent in dark citadel Getting all we wished Answers developed right outta walls Once fiery image Letras de cancionesBrought us main answer through the yawning split "Power all belongs to a personality Strength of mind and body makes right" The schooling was all over, flung over open gates Everyone could go, not me Such a die had been cast But did I block my will? Turning shade to double I slipped... Getting a true story as true as it can be Do you still reiterate false charge? Vast dirty limbs grasped reflection and set me free I kept my knowledge lost my shade paying scores" "Weight words, Deuce We confess tour guilt so clear" Smiled the sage Gales were hidden in his sleeves "Ooh Antichrist!" squealed the priest like a swine "Knowledge I say" was the reply of great spit Into the face of the butcher oldman vanished The nippers for torture on the floor blasted echo From Letras Mania