| More glorious than the victory of samothrace
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| The roar of steel horses, a gesture of destruction
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| There is no masterpiece, not birthed of violence
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| We trample over the past with spurts of creation
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| TO LIVE IN THE ABSOLUTE: REVOLTING PLEASURES
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| Blessed is the beauty of speed
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| All alone with black spirits inside
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| Death, finally tamed, has freed us
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| To unfathomable reservoirs of the absurd
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| Our art is cruelty and nothing else
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| Come my cavalries of crucified dreams
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| Crushing onward, like iron lions
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| Dance the winged cadence of their first songs
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| And why rot? |
| To waste in futile worship
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| Standing on the world’s summit
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| We launch once again, our insolent challenge to the stars!
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| Look at us! |
| Drunk with ambition
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| Our hearts nourished by fire, hatred and speed
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| Behold the great splendor of the red sword
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| As it strikes for the first time in our millennial darkness
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| THE ONLY CURE FOR THE WORLD: WAR |