| Jaws snap!
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| Driving onward with relentless will
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| Run down, exhaust the herd for the final kill
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| The spirit of predation
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| The strength of the wolf is in the pack that moves as one
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| Howling wild with elation bound we are strong
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| Gather round your weakest ones
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| Wall of horns against their fate
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| Violence is the highest law
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| And from this fact there’s no escape
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| (In) fallen age this wall of horns
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| Protects the feeble form the strong
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| Built from laws and forged from lies
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| It cannot hold for long
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| Violence — is golden
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| (Cleanse the world in river of blood)
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| Violence — is golden
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| (Drowning all nations in hot, holy blood)
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| The wrath of the outlaw
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| The threat and the danger
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| No good can come of your hope
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| There’s always hate
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| And what of the others
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| Those who deceive
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| And those who would forsake their lives
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| A fatal mistake
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| Arise, to see, the world
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| So break out the drinks, there’s gonna be slaughter
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| The vandals the Huns and the wolves are breaking their chains
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| The iron is cold, the urge is primeval
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| There will be blood on my hands, violence our faith |