Legions stand behind the faithful
Believing they're already dead
To bow thier heads before a symbol
Seeking redemption for some forgotten sin
Legions shake their heads in shame
Why believe the false martyr
A good man he may have been
But a son of the Gods - never
Mother Moon and Father Stars
We all serve them in our own way
Why worship a man when eternity is waiting
Showing her beautiful face
Still, wrong they may seem
Lack of proof on thier side
So forced to accept and respect
The truth we've sworn to find
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