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In Times that past they set the stone to reach the crown conquer the throne, pain submersed in innocent blood. |
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The wars of cultures in the mud |
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Striving for power in past days increasing influence lead to decays |
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All that's left are broken bounds sabred down freedom's head |
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You took their blood, You took their souls You took their pride you took their children |
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Burning bridges between brothers torn apart by written letters expropriation of the unborn, generations to the chains |
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Striving for power in past days increasing influence lead to decays |
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All that's left are broken bounds sabred down freedom's head |
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You took their blood, You took their souls You took their pride you took their children |
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You - took - their - blood |
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This is a call to arms |
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Sabred down freedom's head |
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You - took - their - blood |