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Rise!
Riot!
Brethren assemble, unveil our plan,
devour resources and conquer their land.
Religion will fear, Peasants will cheer,
this whole fucking nation will eat from our hand.

Gold flows from the West. Agents dispatched with a mission.
Guns awaiting our hands. Glory, hope and ambition.

Their numbers will count for nothing!
They will pay, in blood!

Army and fleet, captured. Anarchy ruling their minds.
Leaders and servants arrested. Not even corpses are found.

Their numbers will count for nothing!
They will pay, in blood!

Murder, Torture, Prevails
Sanity, Reason, Fails
Gold, oil is divine
Hunger, while we dine

Procrastination, not our goal.
Obliteration, we take control.

We know no borders, we know no limits.
Serving interests, of the veiled elites.

From the darkness, from the cold. Their monarch is slaughtered.
We are cunning, we are bold. Their religion is demolished.
Our gold and persistence. Drops their army to their knees.
Our mission is completed. Now we slaughter. Now we feast.

Our gold and persistence. Drops their army to their knees.
Our mission is completed. Now we slaughter. Now we feast.

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