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Fraught with so much greed, imperial needs. |
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Satisfy your hunger for might and blood! |
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With greedy claws the eagle flew |
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Leaving chaos and widows on his hunt. |
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We do not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet |
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Nor to bow, to the laurel wreath! |
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"Haec terra mea est" - the urge of your own want |
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spurring the horse towards the devastating aint. |
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It's the pauper that accrouches - bared indigence |
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Your need should cost unnumbered lives! |
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might and riches you have sought, |
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willing to pay the price in human lives! |
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False and fallacious, killing and omnivorous |
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depleting the value of human life! |
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But we always knew: You came with fortune |
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and one day you'd come with steel! |
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We did not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet! |
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A tort that pays it wage death? |
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Well, how does it feel, the blood on your hands? |
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I hope you had a ball in effacing lives! |
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Well, how does it feel, the blood on your hands? |
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I hope the gold you've won bestows your delight! |
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...standing at the top of all the ruin you have left... |
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watch our wives remigrate with crooked backs... |