| Hex the liars, feed them to fire
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| Crush them — Crush all the seeds of this race
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| Upon them feast never to rise again
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| We have decided to finally wage this war
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| A trail of flesh and limbs is burning
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| We have decided to bring an end to this revolting
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| Creed and claim the stolen land
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| With blood and fury
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| Dust — we’re bringing down the skies
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| Now — we’re choosing the slaves to be ours
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| We have sentenced their only god to death
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| The smell of ashes and iron surround us
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| The seven branches are falling
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| One by one as we decapitate their sons
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| There’s no rebirth
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| Raging march
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| To strike at dawn
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| We are sent from fate
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| To dominate
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| Dust — we’re bringing down the skies
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| Torn — their writings are set ablaze
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| Now we’re choosing the slaves to be ours
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| Now we’re choosing the slaves to be burnt
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| Hex the liars, feed them to fire
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| Crush them — Crush all the seeds of this race, and oppress
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| Decimate the ancestry
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| Of the only god
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| Their bones exposed as trophies of our war
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| Their sacred places become dust
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| From miles and miles away you hear
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| The cries of women raped for days
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| Their wombs become ours
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| Raging march
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| To strike at dawn
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| We are sent from fate
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| To dominate
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| Dust — we’re bringing down the skies
|
| Torn — their writings are set ablaze
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| Now we’re choosing the slaves to be ours
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| Now we’re choosing the slaves to be burnt |