| Crashed on distant shores
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| Stranded in a hostile world
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| Bereaved of kin and kindred
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| Now left to survive on their own
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| Dormant atavistic rage
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| Emerging once again
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| Hunters will soon proclaim
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| Mastery over the meek
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| Man against man
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| Fist against fist
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| Will against will
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| Strength against strength
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| Cut the throat and spill the blood
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| Celebrating the hunters' prey
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| Insane lust for power
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| Foreshadows a cruel reign
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| Pig’s head on a stake
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| Buzzing halo of flies
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| Rancid smell of decaying flesh
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| Lord Beelzebub calls
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| Man against man
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| Fist against fist
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| Will against will
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| Strength against strength
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| Thin layer of civilization
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| Evaporates as sovereigns vanish
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| Antagonism about food and fire
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| Each must now fend for his own
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| Malevolent or benevolent
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| Power is contested
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| By numbers and sheer force
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| Losers fly or perish
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| Violent power takes control
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| Like a pack of dogs they run
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| They love the thrill of killing
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| They are hungry for the smell of blood
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| Cut the throat spill the blood
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| Show all who dominates
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| Chasing those who resist
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| Through the wilderness they roam
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| Like the pig’s head on the stake
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| The dissident head they want
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| Live or to die, that is nature’s law
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| Hear Beelzebub calls
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| Man against man
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| Fist against fist
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| Will against will
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| Strength against strength |