| Fire surround, in cleansing repose
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| Letting the filth, like venom it flows
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| Scar, the mark, remind us the pain
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| Breaking the bones that will reach out again
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| And now we will rise to conquer them all
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| Many will challenge, many will fall
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| Bring us your vile, malicious of mind
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| We will bring their neck to the line
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| Scum of the earth
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| Power of air
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| You wanted the world
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| We’ll bury you there
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| This is a battle
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| We are the blade
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| And this is the line, this is the line
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| All that they build we will break
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| This is the line
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| And though you will fight, you will not return
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| For when in the fields, your temples we burned
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| And scattered the ash upon every grave
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| To honor the ones that you have betrayed
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| Scum of the earth
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| Power of air
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| You wanted the world
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| We’ll bury you there
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| This is a battle
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| We are the blade
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| And this is the line, this is the line
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| All that they build we will break
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| This is the line
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| You wanted the world
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| We’ll bury you there
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| This is a battle
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| We are the blade
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| And this is the line, this is the line
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| All that they build we will break
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| This is the line
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| Whose side are you on? |