| We’re resiliant, we’ll defy
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| The evil cast upon us
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| We organize the strategy
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| For the force that we face
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| By the light we defend the right
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| We see the odds against us
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| The rise and grace of vicious thought
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| Must die within this place
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| We can’t turn back, we’ll hold our ground
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| Our mission is supreme
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| We’ll find a way
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| For we shall purge the evil from the world
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| By the dawn, we feel the sun
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| Will guide us through the combat
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| The battlefield is filled with troops
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| Of men of long ago
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| The sword is raised high, the cry is long
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| From a voice within the distance
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| Armageddon, here at last
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| It is the final show
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| We’ll never turn back, we’ll hold our ground
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| Our mission is supreme
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| We’ll find a way for we shall end
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| The world of their curse
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| The 7th of never, the 7th of never
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| We carry the torch for the future of the right
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| The 7th of never
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| The war to end all the wars
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| Must be brought before us
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| And what’s at stake is far to great
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| To lose in disgrace
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| We will fade, if the need
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| Or the cause demends it
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| The rise and grace of vicious thought
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| Must die within this place
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| For the good shall reign from this day on
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| Our mission is supreme
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| We’ll find a way
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| And we shall purge the evil from this world |