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First sights of uprising…

Where are the gallows for these traitors
Where are the stones to cast against
Some share regrets, some still stand tall
No shame in their eyes, no glimpse of pride

Where are the children, to be hanged among them
To harvest and erase their seed and the bloodline

Their plague of a coming age

To seek their siblings, to find their fathers
And to cut down the tree, where their betrayal seeds
Enslave their brothers and take their strength
And to gather their mothers and make them relent

Their plague of a coming age

No mercy, no tears, no remorse, only the determination

As without a struggle, there’s no victory
And without victims, there's no history

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