| War
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| Empire, the heretic dream
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| A man who would make his will law
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| Endless, by conquest provide
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| Spend your tomorrow, the call
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| Helpless, the people subdued
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| Nation upon nation falls
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| The victor spoils your hard earned toils
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| Submit or be destroyed
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| Paranoia, terrorize, welfare
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| Warfare, state as God
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| Liars and prophets of doom
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| Forsaking tomorrow today
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| Ten thousand feet march to you home
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| And bring taxes or death
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| The merciless Aries
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| Sky bound, looking for the high ground
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| But the graveyard of empires is what we found
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| Sky bound, looking for the high ground
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| But the graveyard of empires is what we found
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| Willful, most arrogant man
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| Pretensions to holy thrones
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| Central, his tentacles reach
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| Into each and all of our homes
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| Deadly, the will is consumed
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| The head and the heart are weighed down
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| Resist, do not submit
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| We’ll burn this empire to the ground
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| Let’s burn it to the ground
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| Sky bound, looking for the high ground
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| But the graveyard of empires is what we found
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| Sky bound, looking for the high ground
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| But the graveyard of empires is what we found
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| March, the grave will find you soon
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| One million voices strong
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| The angry voice of doom
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| March, you colonizing fools
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| The endless call of war
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| Your life is just the fuel
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| Breathe lies and propaganda
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| War is the only peace
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| Bow down to the majority
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| Receive the grisly fruits of war
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| The merciless Aries |