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This is times of battle, |
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This is times of war, |
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This is time for discipline, |
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No mercy for a war whore. |
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Life turns harsh, |
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But lust does not disappear, |
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Life turns dark, |
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But attraction is still there. |
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To taste the forbidden, |
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To dance with the wolves, |
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Erotic deceit, |
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Pleasure above rules. |
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This is times of battle, |
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This is times of war, |
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This is time for discipline, |
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No mercy for a war whore. |
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This game, this flirt, will come to an end |
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Power will change, |
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Our nation will rise again, |
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The hordes will scream for your death, |
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They will claim revenge, |
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They will ravage your body, |
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They will serve you hell. |
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Spitting in the eyes of your defenders, |
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With open legs you surrender, |
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Embracing the muscular overpower, |
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Our pride you so simply devour. |
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It is time of battle, |
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It is time of war, |
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It is time to be disciplined, |
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No mercy for a war whore. |