| Stand up, we’ll be more than kings.
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| Show no mercy when the gates swing.
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| I’ve said it before but without accepting that my body
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| Was the only thing keeping me from living.
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| I wouldn’t even let the surgeon touch me.
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| Though facing death, I dined on flesh…
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| But now I live to fight out-numbered.
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| I live to fight out-numbered at the fire dawn to live in rebellious honor.
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| I’ll stand, you’ll see me over all of your fallen.
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| I’ll be knee-deep, knee-deep in a sea of their organs.
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| Send me all of hell and I’ll face them,
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| I’ll face them one on one-thousand.
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| Stand up, we’ll be more than kings.
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| Show no mercy when the gates swing.
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| Breathe deep the sea at your knees.
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| Breathe deep and show no mercy…
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| With blistering heat, the army now bursting through, blinds me With a light not meant to empower but reigned to devour.
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| I’ll face them one on one-thousand.
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| This kingdom’s end is written, I’ll take it one on one-thousand.
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| I’ll stand, you’ll see me over all of your fallen.
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| I’ll be knee-deep, knee-deep in a sea of their organs.
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| Send me all of hell and I’ll face them.
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| I’ll face them one on one-thousand and yell,
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| «Is there no one else? |
| Is there no one else left?» |