O' Brute one, i've praise you
for you and your troubled ways
brought me contempt in me
But no, i have not shown it, you gave me strength
now that you sit highly elevated in your throne, it will
not last, so i will rise, rise
thy time is nigh; it will be
victorous
bow down to mine feet, that has
sailed between the worlds
and crushed the backs of angels
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