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New horizons were given birth

By the endless path of those

Risen from the purity and nakedness

Of human nature

Poor man

How far can you go

With all that load

How long

Will you war against them all

What price does it take

To struggle those

Not of your kind

but of faith so blind

Great manifestation of human decline

A new day has made its face clearer to our sights

Like a storm cleansing the sky

And laid down a burden of tomorrows vagueness

Upon us

Poor man

How far have you gone with all that load

Have you cured the ignorant and numb

Was it worth to waste your time on them

Not of your kind

So who will be the first to show his demon inside

So who will be the one to lead by darkness and light

Great manifestation of human decline

A new day has made its face clearer to our sights

Like a storm cleansing the sky

And laid down a burden of tomorrows vagueness

Upon us

Low men

Youll never know the deeps

Why you bring me down

If only youre to be

Poor men

Not of my kind