Breaking down economies, armies back away Fear is drowning messengers, the end might be today Knocking out your pioneers, thrashing down your will You can't see it movin' up, blinded by the thrill
Peasants never seem to care, always on the winning side Be a little worker bee, never turning tides law-abiding citizens, the powerless and lame Our way will prevail, down to your last game!
Now! The! Blood! Runs! Red! Furious fires in the sky - blazing pyres hot! Raging, burning, spinning now, boiling in your blood!
You will die! And you will rise! Like fevers burn! Hearts shall crack! The blood will rush! Through our veins! The spirit yearns!
Tearing through society, on it's way to bust Steering right into the storm, never time to rest Cast away from everywhere, crushing, wasting, feast. We are from another world, maniacs, men and beast
Classes we don't care about, an army on it's way Fear was drowning messengers, the end will be today Never worried, never care, all that matters now Always on the winning side, phonies not allowed!
You will die! And you will rise! Like fevers burn! Hearts shall crack! The blood will rush! Through our veins! The spirit yearns!
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