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A cracked horizon and silent screams

There's burned-out cities that haunt my dreams

And there's ghosts in the gears of the war machine

It feeds on faith, but it bleeds gasoline

And the pawns will rise

And empires fall

As the days unwind

Obey the call

False crusaders dressed in red

And they write their laws with molten lead

Frostbitten prayers and coded lies

As we march down the path where all reason dies

And the pawns will rise

And empires fall

As the days unwind

Obey the call

And the pawns will rise

And empires fall

As the days unwind

Obey the call

Obey the call