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Whoa |
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Scorched earth we left |
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A barren land of ash |
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Our fatherland laid waste |
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Be the void our ****ing monument |
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At a laden dawn |
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At this omnous morn |
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Pila loomed on the horizon |
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Talons of the wolverine |
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Exanimate legions formed |
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At the very gates of Avaricum |
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Believed invulnerable |
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This Gallic wall |
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But straight out of nowhere |
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Before our eyes this goddamn bane arose |
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Thus Avaricum burns |
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Under a dead sky |
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Avaricum drowns |
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In blood and demise |
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And demise |
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Siege towers emerged |
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Protruding from the ground |
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Standing out against the threatening sky |
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As if to mock all valiantness |
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Face to face |
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With an eye-levelled enemy |
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Serried Roman ranks |
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Embattled upon our hold |
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Yeah |
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Whoa |
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Cut off and trapped inside |
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As the carnage was at hand |
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As the creak of the winches extolled our doom |
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The slaughter befell Avaricum |
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Death siffered the Oppidum |
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Left to pillage sack and rape |
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Avaricum, the brave |
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Became Avaricum, the grave |
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Thus Avaricum burns |
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Under a dead sky |
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Avaricum drowns |
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In blood and demise |
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And demise |