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Look beyond the horizon

Look beyond the dawn of men

All the glory, all the grace

Shall fall into our hands

Don’t let me think about forgiveness

Don’t make me care about the weak

All that matters is my pleasure

I will corrupt the pristine

In the fires of damnation

In the pits of dregs and dirt

We will build our crooked nation

We will take over the world

Don’t let me think about forgiveness

Don’t make me care about the weak

All that matters is my pleasure

I will corrupt the pristine

Visions of my childhood flash before my very eyes

Days of happiness and comfort as I start to realize

What lies ahead is the path of regaining, what lies behind is the path of regress

There is no choice but to destroy the force inside that wanted less

In the fires of damnation

In the pits of dregs and dirt

We will build our crooked nation

We will take over the world