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A Goliath so spasmodic

Turn of events,

ominous, historic

Safeguard a creed demonic

Love of war and war for love

Through this age

The ranks of the disaffected swelled

The spectacle of imperia

Wheel of doctrine in motion

An industrialized anemia

A wind of retaliation

I see your blood-red eye

And your sore interpretation

No comfort when you die

Let's talk of origin, a common source

Indus festival of man

You see, the way the river flows

We are one, in grimy fever damned

And I'm tired, sardonic

And I'm tired, sardonic

Dancing

To your dirge catatonic

To hear these precious bells in harmony

The dispossessed, and their manifest,

a token melody