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All opposition

Crushed underfoot

Beneath the bladed wheels of steel

Trailing diabolical soot

Ascend to greatness

Through infernal pain

Better to die in a blaze of glory

Than to live in shame

Assembled legions of pretenders, heed

At the crossing of our blades

We'll relish the chance to make you bleed

Crown ourselves in glory

Crawling through filth

While those preaching vainglorious

Tell only the sad and predictable tale

Of limp and ashen vines

Wilting against the wall!

How many could you dominate

With your sanity shredded

Reduced to so much hamburger meat?

Like two ends of a mop!

I'll cut you down to size

On my blasted knees

If we wanted to show you mercy

We would have stayed the fuck home

You were never a god

You're barely even a person

You're not the adult in the room

Your pencil-neck syndrome is terminal

Berserking pain

To make our name

Better to die in a blaze of glory

Than to live in shame

You're a pain in the fucking neck

And I am the Painkiller

A million of you couldn't stop us eating your lunch