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In the heat of battle

The commander falls

In the war theater

The living drop like flies

Heads roll, it's one big mess

But I'm still at your side

Puddle grows on the earth

The dead wade through the tide

A savior emerges from the ranks

Send them back to where they came

"Fuck off and die, you creeps"

He screams and swings his blade

The bodies slam against the frozen banks

Crumpled, defeated, oh what a shame

He fights so tonight we may sleep

And we chanted to his aid:

(Drop our god from machine, come and save us)

(Drop our god from machine, come and save us)

(Drop our god from machine, come and save us)

(Drop our god from machine, come and save us)

Drop our god from machine, come and save us

Drop our god from machine, come and save us

Drop our god from machine, come and save us

Drop our god from machine, come and save us

Drop our god from machine, come and save us

Drop our god from machine, come and save us

Drop our god from machine, come and save us

Drop our god from machine, come and save us