| Our time is now
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| We’ve reached the surface
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| Your dominion draws to an end
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| Unaware of what lies beneath you
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| It’s too late now
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| We are among you
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| To those who cross us now
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| You will surely fall
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| Feast upon their flesh
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| And assume them all
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| Now our plan begins
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| We are among you
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| We will guide you
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| To your own extinction
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| Taking the form of those in power
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| And spreading fear
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| Of your fellow man
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| They find themselves
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| In the final hour
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| Scraping to gather every defense they can
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| No structure
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| Disarray ensues
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| Pandemonium
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| No longer knowing what is true
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| Where is their dream
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| There is nothing they can do
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| They will never suspect
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| As we consume
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| And assume
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| Preying on the heedless
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| The taste of their flesh and power
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| As we grow our ranks
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| This kingdom will become ours
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| Assume control
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| Upon this new-found throne
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| Let us begin a new chapter
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| As we feast on their bones
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| As our battles grow dim
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| We question our enemies defeat
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| Wearing the skin of our foes
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| Becoming that which we eat
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| Pointing flesh-covered towards fingers towards one another
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| «You are among them»
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| An increased sense of paranoia
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| Is this battle truly won?
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| Premonitions foretold
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| Our sole purpose has been compromised
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| Our soldiers amidst a false civil war
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| Ripping apart their own disguise
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| To reveal our own demise
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| No structure
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| Disarray ensues
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| Pandemonium
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| No longer knowing what is true
|
| Where is their dream
|
| There is nothing they can do
|
| They will never suspect
|
| As we consume
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| Preying on the heedless
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| The taste of their flesh and power
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| As we thin our ranks
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| Was this kingdom ever truly hours?
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| Assume control
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| Upon this new-found throne
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| Let us begin a new chapter
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| As we feast on their bones |