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That light in the sky is merely the sun, but from it a dawn of darkness begun.

Fables derived from one another, passed on to child by father and mother.

Questions without answers so man wrote his own unable to embrace the thought of the unknown.

Woah yeah, your tales have been spun, you can not deny your origins.

Heretics purged by fire for speaking the truth, prophets taken from us for showing people the proof.

The age of enlightenment merely opened the door. To live in the shadow of lore is still pure.

Man’s fairytale stories to question a sin.

Woah yeah, your tales have been spun, you can not deny your origins.

The origin, the origin, the origin of superstitions.