The more I see, the less I hear
The more I give, the less I care
It shall be told we killed the beauty
That's always something to be proud of
Seething hatred from the wicked
Comes to join us
Content with blood
The more I see, the less I hear
The more I give, the less I care
And the spoils of war rejoicing in our own death
As the work of giants crumbles
Content with blood
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