| When the world was blood and sand
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| And combat fought was to the end
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| Making sport of slaves who fight for honor
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| Pride, the afterlife
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| Trained to die all day and night
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| And pray the gods are on their side
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| The stench of death is in the air
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| So now kill with no care
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| Impaled them — Disillusioned renegades
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| Impaled them — Run it fast and hard
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| Impaled them — Stabbing bodies with a blade
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| Impaled them — Changing of the guard
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| Impaled them — Revolution overrun
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| Impaled them — Impale through the heart
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| Impaled them — We have yet begun to die
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| Impaled them — The violence can begin
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| Outplayed in an atmosphere of sickness
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| Perverse, decadence carnival of execution
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| Where death is a guarantee
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| One by one the conflict rages on
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| Till someone dies!
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| Cheer the one who’s still alive
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| He’s live to fight another day
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| Impaled them — Disillusioned renegades
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| Impaled them — Run it fast and hard
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| Impaled them — Stabbing bodies with a blade
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| Impaled them — Changing of the guard
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| Impaled them — Revolution overrun
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| Impaled them — Impale through the heart
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| Impaled them — We have yet begun to die
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| Impaled them — The violence can begin
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| Live and die, kill to survive
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| Honor honor and the rise and fall |