| Guarded by the grains of the sand
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| Capital has moved into desert land
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| Guarded there from wrath of our
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| Enemies hand, born in grace
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| The cult of the sun will conquer all the world
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| The salvation is at hand
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| The dawn of a new time
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| The old ancients are dethroned
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| To benefit the sun
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| The cult has surely won
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| Our heritage is raped and defiled
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| By mongerers of the light, we must kill’em all
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| Sickness of the cult is spread throughout the land followers
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| Of Aton must die — let’s praise the ancient gods
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| Like the plague has swept our land
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| The dawn of a new time
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| Our ancients are defiled
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| To benefit the sun
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| Come ecliptic age
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| Like the plague has swept our land
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| The dawn of a new time
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| Our ancients are defiled
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| To benefit the sun
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| Come ecliptic age |