Awake the Forsaken (Revolution Begins)

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This life
This "golden future"
Is nothing but ignorance
I don't have a master
You are not my leader
I am not following you!
I am starting a new foundation
Out of this prison I am free
There's nothing you will carry away
You corrupted liar
Their eyes shall be open
I am cutting off the iron mask
Revolution will begin!
This monster will rise
Under black flags marching,
Heading to amazing glory
Your power is fading away
Listen to the screams of rebels
No torment anymore
Never regret
We will tear it all apart
We will take over it tonight
We are not following you!
Awaken the forsaken
Revolution begins.

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