Unrelenting, their endeavour to rule lives
Teaching you an artificial truth, that you will grieve no more, that you will die no more
Narrow minded mercenaries, slave traders, soul collectors
Send a promise of destruction to those who will not kneel
Derision of the upright ones; as fear devours all doubts
But there are so many things I hold beyond their reach
The doom you promised me may come, I'm not afraid
You cannot save me
I am the counterweight
No need to save me; for I'm the counterweight
And I will grieve no more, I will die no more
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