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To the victor, the glory

To the victor, the spoils

Whereas, the fields of defeat

No grain left to reap

Only a harvest left

For a bone-shafted scythe

Despair rests upon a citadel raised

Haloed by the dust-choked sky

To the victor, the glory

To the victor, the spoils

May the weak know their place

Or they'll die in disgrace

But not before they witness

The violations of their belov'd

Then death comes burning through

From their new fate above

To the vanquished, enslavement

To the vanquished, dignity spoiled

The fires of rage sear the soul

Burning unquenshed, to an ashen hollow

Too weakened to avenge

Too weakened to unchain

Freedom, is to kneel before the scythe

And betray your familial slaves

To the vanquished, enslavement

To the vanquished, dignity spoiled

Sullied and spent, putrefactive

Gutter crawl, the final house to live

War and fate brought us here

Here they lie

Defiled children of war

The victor's spent glory

The victor's marred spoils

Humanity's Cruelty, Humanity's Fear