Black Stars
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Thieves in the temple
Elected murderers
Bright smiles and white teeth
Spread lies across the world
My world
Your world
Our world
Howling at the moon
Black stars
From dark scandinavia
To sundrenched Asia
They scan horizons
While ground beneath ’em turn
We burn
Howling at the moon
Black stars
History is changing
Dreamers awaken in shock
Blown away
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