| Fraught with so much greed, imperial needs
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| Satisfy your hunger for might and blood!
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| With greedy claws the eagle flew
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| Leaving chaos and widows on his hunt
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| We do not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet
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| Nor to bow, to the laurel wreath!
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| «Haec terra mea est» — the urge of your own want
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| Spurring the horse towards the devastating ain’t
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| It’s the pauper that accrouches — bared indigence
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| Your need should cost unnumbered lives!
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| Might and riches you have sought
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| Willing to pay the price in human lives!
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| False and fallacious, killing and omnivorous
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| Depleting the value of human life!
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| But we always knew: You came with fortune
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| And one day you’d come with steel!
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| We did not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet!
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| A tort that pays it wage death?
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| Well, how does it feel, the blood on your hands?
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| I hope you had a ball in effacing lives!
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| Well, how does it feel, the blood on your hands?
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| I hope the gold you’ve won bestows your delight!
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| …standing at the top of all the ruin you have left…
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| Watch our wives remigrate with crooked backs… |