| Pledge to the darkest battle of death
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| Now distinct the sirens alarm
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| Bullets and bombers, pale corpses align
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| Stench from the rotten so foul
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| Dirty, sweaty
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| Our frontlines are marching so strong
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| Bloody existence
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| Art of destruction at will
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| Lawless decisions, righteous our visions
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| Erasing the filth from our globe
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| Set all on fire, burn our their womb
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| So violent the cascades of blood
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| Now fearless soldiers walk for the compound
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| 'Cause all we have is all to win
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| We plague the belly of the beast
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| And all we leave is utter death
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| Imperium fall
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| Clash of the tyrants, the strongest of all
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| Rebirth at the death by the sword
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| Sparks from the fire lit up the skies
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| We march through the eye of the storm
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| Ready, aim
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| Lock on the target confirmed
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| Rotten, forgotten
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| Ignition explosion erased |