| Would you believe the prophet who comes in the name of change?
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| Hell-bent and deranged, your logic is estranged
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| The Burning Legion threatens peace
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| Who do you trust? |
| Who do you believe?
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| When granted zero reprieve, what would you achieve?
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| A zeitgeist pertinent to you
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| Your generation’s pop vernacular becomes so spectacular
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| And keeps you coming back to her for protection no matter the cost
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| Temporarily suspending hate, imminent truce to relate, a blending of traits
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| Convince the entire Horde and penetrate hearts of the Alliance
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| No more self reliance. |
| United in defiance!
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| If we must fight, we need every fist to strike
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| We need the gentle cover of night to win
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| If we must breathe, we need every heart to bleed
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| To inoculate disease and let new life begin
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| Name your God. |
| Don’t be ashamed
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| After all, you lived this way
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| The beast of the free dispenses his decree: «Women and children first!»
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| They rotted into earth. |
| Everyone would die. |
| The glory of war a lie
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| Screams then turned to moans, broken burning bones
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| Erie calm of death marked by pungent stench |