all the secrets of the world
An only child,
A lonely child,
Was left here on his own

Saw a friend
In his head
Who showed him the unknown

Alone no more
scared no more
he set to find his throne 

First the weak
Then the old
I will give them hope

Give me time
Give me fear
I'll help you from this slope

Make the wicked dead
Make the wicked dead
Make the wicked dead





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