| Ten thousand fists are rising
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| To break the chains of woe
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| Spartacus himself is watchin'
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| The revolution of slaves
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| Resistance for respect
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| Cause humanity is just a fake
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| Deep fear is their only goddamn pressure
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| Illusionists glorify a hidden treasure
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| Pretense smell the bad scent the bad scent
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| Pestilence, black death
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| Sophisticated guardians slaughtered them like pigs
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| Preparing them for dinner
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| You won’t eat
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| The architects for evil are not always what they seem to be
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| Play a bloody game in the fortress of no hope
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| Beat the demons of time passing your way
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| And find the key to land of the free
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| The dice is cast!
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| I’ve got no more master who enslaves me!
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| Beat the demons of time passing your way
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| And find the key to land of the free
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| The die is cast!
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| I’ve got no master who enslaves me!
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| Tangles chaotic and senseless
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| Now who’s the perpetrator?
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| Uniformed ordered and reversed
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| Everything is upside down
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| When the power lies in your scope
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| Everything is upside down in the fortress of no hope
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| Not the color of your skin
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| Not your religious believes
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| Not the clan you are livin' in
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| Trust your values, crucify your sin!
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| Beat the demons of time passing your way
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| And find the key to land of the free
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| The die is cast!
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| I’ve got no more master who enslaves me! |