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The morning has come with the dawn of the sun, and the masses arise to the day. |
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They meet their despair in pointless travail, lost in the eyes of the world where |
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Death is the stage. |
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For Mammon they live, to themselves they will give, of treasure and gluttonous pride. |
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To Self they bow down, they worship their crown, alive in the eyes of the world, but |
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Death lives inside. |
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Arise, my friends, arise! |
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The sword is the spirit of life, |
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Awaken your souls, that you may never die! |
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In the Battle of the |
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Living Dead |
