| Draw your blade and strike — for in this war all are forced to choose a side
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| None will the truth discerned; |
| our heroes fall yet we only keep marching
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| Seek out your foe and leave them dead in their sleep
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| Show them no mercy; |
| they have not the right of transformation
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| And if you stray too far from the path you’ll be counted among the dead
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| Ashes
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| For we consider them dead who can’t already see the truth — after all this is
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| war
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| Their value was lost once their minds willed to stand
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| Burning ashes
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| Awake Vesuvius — leave us forever changed or leave us forever in ashes
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| This pain we bear — must we still forge our weapons?
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| This pain we bear — when will we lay down our weapons?
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| Curse the priests then preach of revolution; |
| dressed in apocalyptic robes
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| Smile acceptance and extend your hand; |
| while the other grabs for stones
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| Self-righteousness can take on many forms but the only end is to condemn
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| Reification is devolution — enlightenment is dominance
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| Denial of transformation
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| Rejected, despised — you are the pearl of creation
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| Rejected, despised — I am the pearl of creation
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| Rejected, despised — we are the pearl of creation
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| We’re not just faces and names — we’re flesh covered in flames |