| Born from the dark in the black cloak of night
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| To envelop its prey below, deliver to the light
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| To eliminate your enemy, hit them in their sleep
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| And when all is won and lost, the spoils of wars are yours to keep
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| Great nations built from the bones of the dead
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| With mud and straw — blood and sweat
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| You know your worth when your enemies
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| Praise your architecture of aggression
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| Praise your architecture of aggression
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| Ensuing power vacuum, a toppled leader dies
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| His body fuels the power fire and the flames rise to the sky
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| One side of his face, a kiss — the other, genocide
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| Time to pay with your ass, a worldwide suicide
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| Great nations built from the bones of the dead
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| With mud and straw — blood and sweat
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| You know your worth when your enemies
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| Praise your architecture of aggression
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| Born from the dark in the black cloak of night
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| To envelop its prey below, deliver to the light
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| To eliminate your enemy, hit them in their sleep
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| And when all is won and lost, the spoils of wars are yours to keep
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| Great nations built from the bones of the dead
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| With mud and straw — blood and sweat
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| You know your worth when your enemies
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| Praise your architecture of aggression
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| Great nations built from the bones of the dead
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| With mud and straw — blood and sweat
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| You know your worth when your enemies…
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| Praise your architecture of aggression |