| Silently we bide our time
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| Soon we’ll pay you back
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| For all the wrongs you’ve done our kind
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| For the stab wounds in our backs
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| You think you’re safe, well, live your lie
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| There’s no way you’ll escape
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| The day that all things living die
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| The day we rise again
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| Then Ferris father will summon us
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| And we will rise from death
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| One million warriors with foaming mouths
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| To challenge life itself
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| A horrid ship of dead men’s nails
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| Will bring our ranks ashore
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| The eastern wind will fill our sails
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| And your son will hold the oar
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| You think you’re safe, well, live your lie
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| There’s no way you’ll escape
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| The day that all things living die
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| The day we rise again
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| Our rusty swords will never rest
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| So send the best you’ve got
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| Into our grinning jaws of death
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| We’ll make their suffering short
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| So sit there on your golden throne
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| Soon we will arise
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| Time for vengeance is coming soon
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| The time for all to die |