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The last breath, |
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Of a dying regime, |
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From upon its own sword, |
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It will return to the dream, |
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In the days ahead, |
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We will re-build and release, |
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Return unto the light, |
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'Til we're cleansed, |
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And complete. |
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As for this cursed machine, |
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We'll make a break, |
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For the nation, |
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Of the next dark king, |
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'Til we have secured his inevitable defeat, |
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This is the way, |
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To your destiny. |
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Our time has come, |
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To dismantle the dark, |
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We march on, |
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Once and for all. |
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At daybreak, |
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With absolute godspeed, |
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Into the confrontation, |
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With renewed majesty, |
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In the days ahead, |
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We will embrace all we fear, |
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Return unto the light, |
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'Til we're whole and complete. |
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As for this cursed machine, |
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We'll take the mantle |
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Of the fallen, |
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With a force, |
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Legendary. |
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Our time has come, |
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To dismantle the dark, |
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We march on, |
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Once and for all. |
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Here comes the flood |
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Into the flame, |
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We must carry the weight. |
