as time grows to be my reaper but I am still alive
I leave my mark behind
and history will be my keeper
and where the ancient kings
and so the torch is always carried
will rise and stand
are buried new kings
passed from hand to hand
we hide it in the dark
in the night it is all we care for
enslaved is our passion and therefore
and we all play our part.
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