RANDOM LYRICS
To seek the man whose pointing hand, The giant step unfolds
With guidance from the curving path, That churns up into stone
If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king
So fast the heart should beat, As proud the head with heavy feet
The Only Thing Necessary For Evil To Triumph
Is For Good Men To Do Nothing
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