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Here in this Hell, in this tortured hall.
We rot in our cell, bound to the wall.
Chains on our ankles, chains on our wrists.
Chained to that which should never exist.
Always the ones who want to bring peace.
To end all the wars, and let the land sleep.
We lay down our arms and speak for the Earth.
Still we are imprisoned, chained from our birth.
She was once chained, but was freed by the one.
He thought that his long work was finally done.
But once the dawn came, he saw a new land
A brand new world that could bind up his hands
Chain up the truth, throw away the key
Chain up freedom, they chained up me
I speak with power, to end his great rule
To be used by my goddess, an acolyte tool
I wish to be free, to live my own life
But I shall serve her, no matter the strife
Here in my prison, here my cell
Here in the eternal Ianite Hell