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| - Song 22 Welcome to Creation! Everybody dance. You think you understand, and know the Empress ruled Creation, But have you seen the Second Breath of the Fateful Exaltation? For everyone and everything, has around it curled, The prayer strips of the secret masters, who control the world. I rule you, you rule me, someone rules us secretly, It's a vast conspiracy, It's the Sidereal Polka. For several thousand years now, they've worked behind the scenes, They laugh at the Dragonbloods, used as pawns in all their schemes. They know if you'll get the girl, or have a Destiny, It's all to keep up Heaven -- and maintain the GoD. I rule you, you rule me, someone rules us secretly, It's a vast conspiracy, It's the Sidereal Polka. Everybody's basements, are full of Mountain Folk, Made just for Usu
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| - Song 22 Welcome to Creation! Everybody dance. You think you understand, and know the Empress ruled Creation, But have you seen the Second Breath of the Fateful Exaltation? For everyone and everything, has around it curled, The prayer strips of the secret masters, who control the world. I rule you, you rule me, someone rules us secretly, It's a vast conspiracy, It's the Sidereal Polka. For several thousand years now, they've worked behind the scenes, They laugh at the Dragonbloods, used as pawns in all their schemes. They know if you'll get the girl, or have a Destiny, It's all to keep up Heaven -- and maintain the GoD. I rule you, you rule me, someone rules us secretly, It's a vast conspiracy, It's the Sidereal Polka. Everybody's basements, are full of Mountain Folk, Made just for Usurpation, the Philosophy's a joke. The Raksha run the Silver Pact, they'll invade Creation soon, Chejop and the Maidens, play board games with the moon. I rule you, you rule me, someone rules us secretly, It's a vast conspiracy, It's the Sidereal Polka. The Seers say the worlds ending but that's okay, The gold factions back -- with Solars saving the day. So if Infernals are in your attic, and Abyssals killed your cat, Go shave your head, learn kung-fu, and wear this bamboo hat. I rule you, you rule me, someone rules us secretly, It's a vast conspiracy, It's the Sidereal Polka. The Sword of Creation, blew a gasket, and just went offline, The Bull of the North is closing in, the Realms is out of time. The world is ending, it's your fault, what's a Monk to do? You may not have a hope in hell, but at least you've got a clue. I rule you, you rule me, someone rules us secretly, It's a vast conspiracy, It's the Sidereal Polka.
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