6 acessos
I raise my hand against ye, thief!
For we're accustomed to receive,
Not to give hostages
Hear these words! deeds are overt!
As chaos evolves
In worthless lies
A crucial congress
At saônes banks
Gray Sublime Archon I've been called
Through all these years I bore up
Now may we all stay the course
This day
I raise my hand against it all
I question now, did I fail?
Or retain our dignity
And shelter of this defilement?