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War reigns in our heads

It heats up our nerves

Death moves through our hands

And we serve with joy

We are to be the scythe

Sent to plough the earth

We are of the conquerors’ blood

And ours solemn visage is the making of nightmares

The sight of our enemies is an abomination

And their stench that of dung

When they speak, it’s nothing but lies

And their history of theft and rape

Our weapons shall point

At the fertile wombs of young women

And their children will be next

The secret shape of their crime is concealed

And buried in their future

Failures of man, who evaded the five

Give and die in indinity

In the glorious blaze of our victory

Their houses are of ash and dust

Once we’ve pillaged throughout the continents

None left to stand in our way

Ours is the path to rise to the skies

And master the starlit kingdoms

Our feet take root in majestic distances

There to wait for the coming days of decay

To commence another purging genocide