| The time has come and we’re gearing up for fight
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| Through times of darkness we suddenly see the light
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| Armed with the attitude of kickin' down the doors
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| Our fine line between hooligans and whores
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| We keep on moving on and
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| Ain’t gonna stop
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| This rolling madness takes us
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| All the way to the top
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| We are the legion you despise
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| Until the world comes crashing down
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| We are the legion of our time
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| So let us stand our battleground
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| A storm of decadence is blowing through your brain
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| You can’t deny it as a constant source of pain
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| The operation of the war inside ya head
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| Strike the final strike wakes the living dead
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| They keep on moving on us
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| From every side
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| We’ll fight this fight together
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| Dead or alive
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| We are the legion you despise
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| Until the world comes crashing down
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| We are the legion of our time
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| So let us stand our battleground
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| Adrenaline rush from a little too much
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| Intoxication gives you what you need
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| We’ve got the wicked lust to make a crack in your crust
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| We can see right through your greed
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| Through your greed
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| And love will set us free
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| Welcome to our battlefield
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| We are the legion you despise
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| Until the world comes crashing down
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| We are the religion of our time
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| So let us stand our battleground
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| We keep on moving on and
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| Ain’t gonna stop
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| This rolling madness takes us
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| All the way to the top
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| Ain’t gonna stop
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| Yeah, yeah |