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No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then, I am human, only then, I am clean
When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn Look and see her how she sparkles, it's the last unicorn
Stat sua cuique dies Stat sua cuique dies Maél is mé tó féran Ὤλετο μέν μοι νόστος Ὤλετο μέν μοι νόστος C'est pour cela que je suis née
