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Dictator, Power mad

All he has become

His will be done

Out on the outskirts

of all that's right or wrong

They sing his song

Victims and countless loss

Life's only for the strong

His will be done

On this battlefield they're dying

There's not much left to believe

I can see the vultures prying

Time to accept their defeat

No time to waste

Must make haste

To this endless slaughter

Locked in chains

By our reign

In this endless slaughter

Our leader has been lying

But there's not much to retrieve

I can hear the children crying

Lives are ending, no relief

He's found a way

For you to stay

Your hands in blood

Your flesh will rot

No time to waste

Must make haste

To this endless slaughter

Locked in chains

By our reign

In this endless slaughter

On this battlefield they're dying

There's not much left to believe

I can see the vultures prying

Time to accept their defeat

No time to waste

Must make haste

To this endless slaughter

Locked in chains

By our reign

In this endless slaughter