| Forward moving, never slowing
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| A soulles machine that hungers for victory
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| Tear through the soil, tear through the soul
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| Power in motion, daunting procession
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| Swift and cunning…
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| Striking down the opposition
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| Stand and fight…
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| Resist its might and be erased
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| Rolling forward, like thunder for glory
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| Seizing the day, seizing the night
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| All or nothing, and all it will take
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| Breathing its chaos over the land
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| Raining down…
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| A storm of fire, intimidating
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| Its poison touches all…
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| For generations to come
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| Cutting the throats and bleeding all hopes
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| Tireless and savage, preying on fear
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| Courting death, while trampling life
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| Exist for the battle, live for the war
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| Assume no blame…
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| The blood it sheds, a purpose served
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| And when it’s done…
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| We’ll call it back to march again |