| Recruiting troops across the oceans and lands
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| With common grace in metal faith — it is time to take a stand!
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| A solid vision of what has risen at hand
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| We will come forth and raise our fists, salute to metal’s command!
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| So raise your flask towards a fortunous sky!
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| Dream out upon, forever strong we will rise!
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| A force as one has band together realize
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| You can’t stop Goat Horn — you’ll just meet your demise!
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| We (we are) the rotten roll revolution
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| With the ultimate solution
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| For our glorious shrine
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| That you cannot deny!
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| Ya now who has come to survive
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| We have a nation on a mission — of course, can’t deny
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| We’re on our way as promised lands they arise
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| A threatening force collecting cries
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| Driving all waste aside!
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| Now riding free our land has shifted the tide
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| Before all war we stand forever the force shall subside
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| Break like the wind and sail the waves full of pride
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| Our breath shall never settle
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| For we are made of heavy metal!
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| We (we are) the rotten roll revolution
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| With the ultimate solution
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| And our glory will shine |
| And there’s no place to hide!
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| We rot — for warning courses are taught
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| On top — our calling kind are sought
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| To fight — disloyal patrons with might
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| Far wide — we take the longer stride
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| Abide — in collective thrive
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| Upside — allied we will provide
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| We (we are) the rotten roll revolution
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| Heavy metal is our solution
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| And it’s glory will shine
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| You’ve got nowhere to hide! |