| Upon
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| A desolate throne
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| With vampyric greed
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| I suck all the marrow from bone
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| King
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| Of all that I see
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| I crush with great cruelty
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| Those who would stand against me
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| Crush with great cruelty those who would stand against me
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| The cities run red with the blood of the billions
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| The tempest howls it’s bitter chill
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| Heavy hangs the head that bears it’s swollen crown
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| But the collar is heavier still
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| Gilded plastic cages with ceilings of glass
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| Frame all-encompassing lie
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| The nectar is gone and all recourse is lost
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| Now we must fight or we die
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| Quake
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| As death rains from the sky
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| Steel wings borne of hatred
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| Black hearts fuelled by fire
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| Black painted spectres of fury and fire
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| Consume the black blood of the Earth
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| Skeletal hand of the feeble of conscience
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| Ensure that their screams go unheard
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| The mold has been set, cast the pieces in motion
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| Now crawl neath the yoke of our greed
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| The faceless have thrived on our sweat and our torment
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| Enslaved to our ignorant creed
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| Quake
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| As death rains from the sky
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| Steel wings borne of hatred |
| Black hearts fuelled by fire
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| Gone
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| An epoch cast in stone
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| Break the bonds of our serfdom
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| Seed the land with their bones
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| Tear our kings from their thrones!
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| Shatter the shadow of Crassus!
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| Bring the Colossi down!
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| Chew off the chains of the plutocrat!
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| We make the future our own! |