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The German machine rages on,
Corruption at Court of the Cross,
A symbol of terror corrodes at the core,

Behind the walls made of madness,
Souls break, for the Master Race canvas,
One stroke of the paint, then six million more,

No! I must become more than machine, more than we've been,
More than the Gods, more than their spawn and on and on,
I am the shear, at hedge of maze, I am the spear through the throat of the Camp-

Enslaved, under guise of civilian,
With intent to defang Ophidian,
I enter the camp on a quest for the cure,

Bring knowledge back from abyssal,
In mind, as translucent as crystal,
And don't let it break in the blazes of Surt,

No, I must become more than machine, more than we've been,
More than the Gods, more than their spawn and on and on, and on and on,
I am the shear, at hedge of maze,
I am the spear through the throat of the Camp, Auschwitz Birkenau, Gungnir reborn,

Stripped of all humanity, all is lost but cause,
Still, the spear, it calls to me, can I reach beyond, to these tribes,

Będziemy wolni...

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