A toast for our sins
Our instincts drags us deeper
Throwing us to the wolves
The nameless were all buried long ago
We are not anonymous
The faceless burials are over
They can see us now
The fines of freedom - Redrawn
Held to our curse
We are not anonymous
Not alone
We bound to bear this cross
A place for our dreams
What better way to plant the seeds
Of watch, reign and rule
The nameless were buried long ago
We are not anonymous
The faceless burials are over
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