| There once was a time when the rulers of the world
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| Were men of honour, strength and integrity
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| Stern with power, held with pride
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| Ruthless and eager, to rush into battle
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| And crush their enemies, no mercy was shown
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| A time when warriors led their armies to victory
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| And laid waste to the downtrodden and unworthy
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| Skilled with blade and military conflict
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| A force found in the untainted heart of war
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| Voiced with the power to unite and lead
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| Any army to any end, and any man to any fate
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| A time when warriors led their brothers to victory
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| And hailed a new order, a black mark in history
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| Blood sows the seeds for a new forest of impaled
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| Raise the spears toward the sky, gutting the false
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| Death leads the way, to the oceans we have sailed
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| Loft thy spear toward the wind, chart a new course
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| All hail the new order, our black mark in history
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| Blood sows the seeds for a new forest of impaled
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| Raise the spears toward heaven in defiance of lies
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| Stab the spears into earth, making a stand
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| Slam the spears down, quake the earth with darkness |