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Pounding the world |
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Like a battering ram |
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Forging the furnace |
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For the final grand slam |
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Chopping away at the source |
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Soon the course will be done |
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Leaving a trail of destruction |
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That's second to none |
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Hammering anvils |
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Screaming muscle and might |
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Shattering blows |
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Crashing brow beating fright |
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Fast, devastating and |
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Desolisating the curse |
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Blasting the cannons of truth |
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Through each man of this earth |
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Wielding the axe |
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Comes the one culmination |
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That's always seemed |
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Certain to bring down the curtain on greed |
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Sifting the good from the bad |
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It's the age for the rage of the |
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Dogs which must fall to the just |
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And be free |
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Now grate for the vandals |
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Who trampled and sampled |
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Till this place conditioned |
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Brought forth demolition to war |
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The slipping and sliding |
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Corrosive subsiding |
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That withered and waned |
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Till the world seemed all drained |
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Fills the bay |
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Pounding the world |
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Like a battering ram |
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Forging the furnace |
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For the final grand slam |
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Chopping away at the source |
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Soon the course will be done |
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Leaving a trail of destruction |
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That's second to none |
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Second to none |
