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Silent screams sucking space out of a desert place |
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Armies of wingless angels come crashing down |
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God's firework may entertain one side of his race |
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But surely those who die are, too, sons of his own |
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Bravery turns to slavery |
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War is the queen of inversion |
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Lion's heart to hyena's horde |
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Eagle's pride to vulture's prey |
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A blast lifts you in the air |
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Enter the valkyrie's new ride |
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Thunder and lightning across your sky |
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Now join the valkyries' new ride...ride |
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It takes more than a shout for a tyrant to get down |
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Face on the ground, dragged through the mud |
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He's still haunting the heart of Babylon |
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Bravery turns to slavery |
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War is the queen of inversion |
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Lion's heart to hyena's horde |
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Eagle's pride to vulture's prey |
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A blast lifts you in the air |
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Enter the valkyrie's new ride |
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Thunder and lightning across your sky |
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Now join the valkyries' new ride...ride...fly high |
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Action not reflection |
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Questioning ain't obeying |
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Questioning ain't obeying |
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A blast lifts you in the air |
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Enter the valkyries' new ride |
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Thunder and lightning across your sky |
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Now join the valkyries' new ride...ride...fly high...ad infinitum |
