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4. Nil |
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Curtain's up for this lurid age |
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Clear the ring for oppression and greed |
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Welcome to this wasteland |
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Of blight and havoc |
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Once known as my home |
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Deleting fulfilled! |
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Erasing procedure done! |
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Cleansing complete! |
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It's done, my friend, |
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it's over and done! |
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There was nothing left |
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But the smell of salassian blood |
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Nil and nothing left |
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But the braying void in our homes |
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I never forgot the eyes of the kids |
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Wrested from their moms |
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To be sold into slavery |
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I still can hear |
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The cries of the raped |
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And the bellow of the flames |
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The hymn of absurd death |
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Heed the chronicles |
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Of lucrative genocide |
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The annals of effaced tribes |
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Pages written in blood |
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Ave Caesar Augustus |
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It's done, my friend |
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It's over and done |
