The Nobility will turn to nothing
Into the night of this Holy Land
Their tyranny will turn into something
The bells upon the Holy gathering
Shaken by the Holy white hand
The Nobility will turn to nothing
The misty air surrounds my dream
The misery is high on demand
Their tyranny will turn into something
The flames of the fire cause my scream
The louder I scream the faster they fan
The Nobility will turn to nothing
What is virtue but an act on everything?
My virtue was stolen and
Their tyranny will turn into something
A harmonious Holy punishment to sing
Of a Holy History burned among the sand
The nobility will turn to nothing
Their Tyranny will turn into something
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