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Shattered spines and broken craniums

Of the bloody filthy traitors

Severed limbs and rotting carcass

Is what's left by our deathsquad

To create you need to destroy

The opposition of the golden throne

Marching onward, never stopping

Watching as they all turn to shit

I command the faithful legions

My will unopposed and strong

Just one word and all will perish

Down to ashes all reduced

Punishment sits now in my hands

Purging all with pain and fire

Enemies drop to their knees

As their backs break under the spinehammer