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Rage wich has now been awaken
anger that finds no answers with the same has taken
Often I´ve dreamed, often I´ve cried
But the vision that binds me still,
is the vision of my will

Humanities other plans,
the humanity out of my hands
often I realise, often I close my eyes
from the truth that has´nt found it´s pease
from the truth that will always find me

look out and see, gods hands of will
look out and see, humanities pollutioned me
modifes not clear,for whom these bell´s shall ring
The devil in leather, savocating the angel of will
what mystery binds my still?
the answer must be gods will