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The Opposer



My immense power,
oldest than time
wasted by that light

Locked up in tower,
or free to be nowhere
I'm in fire and ice

I'm sitting in the center
of the City I hate
I'm her master, I'm her slave

The immensity I challenged
This was my fault
inside I felt so cold

and trusted legions
began the battle
floodlighted the dark storm

Finally, his champion come
swinging his sword
he was fightin' in the name of the Lord

Then won, on my skin,
printing his fist
the number of the Beast

and I fell down
far from the Good
fallen with my crown

I'm sitting in the center
of the City I hate
I'm her master, I'm her slave