| Banished to the far post
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| Don’t care what I’m fighting for
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| The blade is warm and the end is near
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| These illusions trapped in fear
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| Upon the empire’s flank they disappear
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| Trust the blade
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| The heart it bleeds
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| Thrust the blade
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| The heart it bleeds
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| Atomic rain floods the city streets
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| Naked and battered they cry to be free
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| Nuclear lights that burn up the sky
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| Robot armies, mind control device
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| They watch from above, a race enslaved
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| Master control, the inhuman race
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| Fight the war that isn’t for me
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| I never, never, ever believed
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| The dead tell stories, I recall
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| Ancient devil, carnal history
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| I watch the human race disappear
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| A colony of death, misery and fear
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| Programmed minds armed by hate
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| Relentless warriors storming the gates
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| Undead auras shine through dark
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| The desolate one blesses them all
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| In one fell swoop they stand their ground
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| The once dead army prepared to strike |