| Let the games begin
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| Your legions are chosen for a tournament
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| Worthy of the ages
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| The astral arena beckons your names
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| What is this proposition?
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| Corruption of the order falls upon us
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| We are purely soldiers of the empire
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| Loyal to the blood of our own
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| Amass power and reverence
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| The essence of your prowess emerges
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| Let there be no doubt in your heart
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| Compete
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| And claim your rights as warriors
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| The nature of the order is fraudulent
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| Now is our time to overthrow
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| «We pledge to contend in the games»
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| You have chosen well
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| You will be gods
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| Labor Ipse Voluptas
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| Victoria Aut Mors
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| Victory or Death
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| Assembled in regal brigades
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| Massive battalions staking their claims
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| Bearing flags within the walls of the cosmic colossus
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| We revel in our disguise
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| They know not of their demise
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| We will strike down the sordid order
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| Revolt is imminent
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| Wrath on those that we abhor
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| Rivals
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| Rise up with might
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| Enter the stage
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| Commence this fight
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| Where the last word was spoken
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| There will be no compromises
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| When the force of duress
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| Strangles the heart of imminent defenses
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| Once you cross the line
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| Nothing left but the will to fight
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| And the fire alive in the minds
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| Of those intent to remain free
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| No masters, no slaves
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| Heads will roll
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| Cast out and beaten to the ground
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| Defeated — stripped of our crown
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| We will usurp — assume control
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| Inferior regime
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| Bow before the mighty ones
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| Victory or Death |