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Fists full of anger, rise into the night |
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The crack of the whip fills the day |
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Under the heel of oppressive boots of steel |
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The pain and the sweat turn to hate |
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Poised for the start of retribution's kiss, |
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The links of their chains snap and fall |
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Armed with weapons from the arsenal of right, |
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They'll bow no more |
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For deeds of the masters, |
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The heat of the slave anger explodes |
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Wielding the might of the vengeful they strike, |
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They'll take the world |
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Bound to be free, the shackles of fear can't |
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Deny me, bound to be free |
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The cost of freedom, high in blood and tears, |
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A price paid again and again |
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Onward to victory, they cry from within |
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No quarter given |
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They battle long and hard into the night, |
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Stealing the life from their prey |
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The light of destiny shines to guide the way, |
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They must take |
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Shackled and bound by deception to serve and obey |
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Struck down to their knees |
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By the men of the merciless faith |
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Burned by the hot irons touch so deep in their soul |
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Cursed to a life and decay without hope |
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Screams escape from the mouths of battered heads, |
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The dept leave their keepers for dead |
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Running rampant, setting all ablaze, no defence |
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Praise to the risen, new masters of their fate, |
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Fight on with malicious intent |
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And as the victors claim their liberty, |
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Rebellion spreads |
