| Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east
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| Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased
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| Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tides
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| Bound by the science that lives on the lips of the wise
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| The beating of a million drums
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| The fire of a million guns
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| The mother of a million sons
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| Civilization
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| The beating of a million drums
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| The fire of a million guns
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| The mother of a million sons
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| Civilization
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| Lost in the silence, they bow to the call of the east
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| Tantalized and seduced by the demons released
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| Ears to the ground by the whim of the merciless sky
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| Onto the fire that burns in the all seeing eye
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| The beating of a million drums
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| The fire of a million guns
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| The mother of a million sons
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| Civilization
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| The beating of a million drums
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| The fire of a million guns
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| The mother of a million sons
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| Civilization
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| The beating of a million drums
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| The fire of a million guns
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| The mother of a million sons
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| Civilization
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| The beating of a million drums
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| The fire of a million guns
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| The mother of a million sons
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| Civilization
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| The beating of a million drums
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| The fire of a million guns
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| The mother of a million sons
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| Civilization |