Justin Baird

Upon the Dneiper and the Volga
Across the Icy Sea
The Northman howl and cry out
And sing a melody
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Born from chaos, black hellfire, and seven deadly sins
The beautiful angel fell, as if god had clipped his wings
Like Icarus he plunged, striken by his sinful pride
On that most fateful of days, the angel Helel died
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We'll praise the darkness and sacrifice the honored son
To see man's greatest sight of black hellfire
How we sang and sacrificed for our greatest god
Born with heart of a man and a soul of death
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Who says that I am dead knows not.
Of this lost tale that was never taught

Do not stand upon my grave and weep
I am not there and I do not sleep
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Honour, Peace, and National Pride
For these convictions our founders died
But the time for convictions has come to pass
The time of deceit, here at last.
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Come sweet death and take hold of my hand
And lead me now into the promised land
Place coins of bronze upon me eyes
And Kiss my lips one last goodbye
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I look at this world and see little understanding
The reason for this life, my soul is demanding
And although my manners may seem to be uncouth
Show me now the greatest of kindness, beauty, and truth.
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My Hera, my Antigone, my Helen of Troy
Has stolen the heart of this young headstrong boy
Her skin that sparkled in the bright sky of May
Convinced me now to seize the day
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Back when I was a headstrong teen
I thought that I knew everything
I could build a perfect world
To be a burning star that doesn't die
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And what judgement is it that cupid deems
Beautiful one beyond the skies, mountains, and streams
What trickery you put forth on me
To make my heart cry and yearn for thee
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We are free in the best of all possible worlds
To choose the way that our story unfolds
Do we speak as a voice of reason against the howling mob?
Or do we give in to the wicked and have our future robbed?
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