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Flesh - the curse of your freedom and will,

Fire - created to save, yet it kills,

Stone - there's nothing more you can leave (after death),

Sacrifice - this rite you must fulfill!

We climb, we crawl,

We crush the skulls of our brothers and sisters once more!

We're marching to war,

We're marching to war...

To die!

To build new, perfect worlds

On bones and lies.

This mankind knows best how it must die!

Flesh!

Fire!

Stone!

Sacrifice!