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We are devoid of all hope From cradle to grave I called out to Gods And waited for the sign The Gods are silent still And the sign to be seen The throne of Man Bows to no lord And pride swells within And thus sickness is sown Soon ripe and all abloom For Lord and Lady, beggar and poor chorus: We have gathered here together To see the Victor of the Earth On his sacred brow, with great pride He bears the crown We have gathered here, forever To see the Scepter that He holds Without effort, firm as stone O, His Hand did dethrone god Once a morning is to dawn Letras de cancionesWith a terrible, whispered sigh Loud as a thousand storms An epitaph for the Proud [chorus] From Letras Mania