The Torch


The Torch

Freedom reigns
Terror dies
Master is buried
This is where he lies

Hey! You!
Take up his tool
Take his widow
Create a new people
You are no fool

The Torch
The weapon
So bright
Like heaven
The master
A deadman

Haunts the pages of history
Master has fallen
His captives are free
He`s looking down
On you and me

Praise the God
The creator
As the Master
Once did
Forsake him
He`ll call you traitor

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