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This is the call to arms, the final call |
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Exchanged the shuttle for the sword |
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For generations we slaved away in the shadows of their towers |
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The world we know, a torture-chamber |
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Born as servants, exploited til death |
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To their machines were marching with Captain Ludd in mind |
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The final march begins, down with all the kings |
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The shroud we weave completed |
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The air we breath is not the stench of slavery |
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Down with the king |
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Down with all kings |
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Winter-withered bodies, souls sunken into misery |
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Our minds and future as black masters hearts |
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Now we engage the enemy; the web we weave completed |
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Can't wait for God to judge those monsters |
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A religion that just mocks us and justifies this misery |
