| In Times that past they set the stone to reach the crown conquer the throne,
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| pain submersed in innocent blood
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| The wars of cultures in the mud
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| Striving for power in past days increasing influence lead to decays
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| All that’s left are broken bounds sabred down freedom’s head
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| You took their blood, You took their souls You took their pride you took their
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| children
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| Burning bridges between brothers torn apart by written letters expropriation of
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| the unborn, generations to the chains
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| Striving for power in past days increasing influence lead to decays
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| All that’s left are broken bounds sabred down freedom’s head
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| You took their blood, You took their souls You took their pride you took their
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| children
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| You — took — their — blood
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| This is a call to arms
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| Sabred down freedom’s head
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| You — took — their — blood |