| Arise to the Crong, we shall not kneel
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| Rebellion screams, a hunger strikes
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| A land devoured by fear
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| A scientific consequence, a period of irrelevance
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| The outcome of this incident
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| Had proportions left untold
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| Sabotage, a weapon to behold
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| Panic cries, no help arrives
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| A combatant’s strength restored
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| A lethal leak into their nasal stream
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| Generates a sudden death, proliferating the undead
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| We will feed them to their own
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| Ripping flesh, left to die, feasting on decay
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| A profile of insanity unleashing mass distress
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| The deceased prey on the living
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| Reanimate the dead
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| A cold embrace upon the spine
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| Of never ending death
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| Limb restraints, breaking off, capturing has failed
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| A cure for this evolving curse we still need obtain
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| This ache is unforgiving
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| Remorseless you prevail
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| A stab upon their wounded back
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| We will give you one last breath
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| Creation, quickly wraps it’s palm on
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| Existence
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| You decide your fate
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| Be part of the experiment
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| Or live as individuals
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| We have chosen to exist
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| Show them no fear, 'round after round
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| Bullets piercing their skull
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| Show them no mercy
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| The Crong will retreat
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| They will bow to us now
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| We have chosen to exist |