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Denial of my ordeals, confusing all my thoughts,

Hide inside your paradise, as the real men rot,

Place us in the stockade, whip lashes from our flesh,

Taking more and more from us, till there's nothing left,

The punishment is due, cause we suffer from your rule,

We work and work, as you recline on your fancy stool,

Worship your over decorated idol,

Or stand with me, and claim your survival,

Grab anything, rugged, sharp or blunt,

Kiss your wives and children, gather at the front,

Many of us will die, but those who do survive,

Will fulfill a legacy, with honor and pride;

No more feeding

Off this false empire

We've giving too much

To fuel the sultan's fire

Charge and take hold

Of this languish legacy

Sever and impale

But bring the head to me

Now...

Slay the emperor

Slay the emperor

March...

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Slay the emperor

Slay the emperor

Let them see the flames, in your eyes,

As you charge the hill, slash and stab,

Take the stranglehold, aim for the kill,

With the clash of iron, and impulsive blaze,

Behold the sounding trumpet; the emperor's been slain,

Who will rise to power, in this vial place?

The poor has come to conquer, with his head upon the stake;

The emperor's been slain

The emperor's been slain

The emperor's been slain...