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Stamping thy enemies face

With pride that knows no heritage

The shameful and the lazy

Cloak themselves as the few and proud

A pitiful disgrace to what was

Staining earlier generations

Rip open the gates and force the scum

Down thy pathetic throat

With reddened hands clinching daggers

You'll be made to know who is right

Cowards battle cowards

Assume the roll of the victor

Both sides are begging endless

Rallying cries to join them in their "fight"

Cowards keep begging

Cowards can F.O.A.D.