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Fraught with so much greed, imperial needs.
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Satisfy your hunger for might and blood!
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With greedy claws the eagle flew
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Leaving chaos and widows on his hunt.
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We do not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet
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Nor to bow, to the laurel wreath!
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"Haec terra mea est" - the urge of your own want
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spurring the horse towards the devastating aint.
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It's the pauper that accrouches - bared indigence
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Your need should cost unnumbered lives!
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might and riches you have sought,
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willing to pay the price in human lives!
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False and fallacious, killing and omnivorous
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depleting the value of human life!
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But we always knew: You came with fortune
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and one day you'd come with steel!
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We did not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet!
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A tort that pays it wage death?
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Well, how does it feel, the blood on your hands?
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I hope you had a ball in effacing lives!
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Well, how does it feel, the blood on your hands?
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I hope the gold you've won bestows your delight!
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...standing at the top of all the ruin you have left...
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watch our wives remigrate with crooked backs...
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______________________
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Name Your Gaulish War
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Artist Eluveitie
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Album The Early Years
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