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Feel the fright of plague that this way comes,

feel the sword in hand.

We will fight ‘till the last man falls .

We will purge this land.

We were born as free, as eagles.

No shackles to bind us down.

Dreams are what change the seasons,

until we all fall down.

You are nothing in our eyes

We don’t need your guiding light

Keep your ways and keep your lies

We don’t need no fucking christ.

May we fight and may we live,

all for better tomorrow.

Test our strenght and you will see,

you will know sorrow.

We were born as free, as eagles,

no shackles to bind us down.

Dreams are what change the seasons,

until we all fall down.

Feel the fright of plague that this way comes,

Feel the sword in hand.

We will fight ‘till the last man falls.

We will purge this land.

We don’t need you,

We don’t want you.

You are treading on our dreams.