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Lyrics

Tyrants so frightened. We’re busting their reigns.
Kings full of fear. When we call out their names.

Letters and phrases so dark profound
Written in blood on your burial mound

Whispered in silence or carved into stone.
Always the power to threaten the throne.

You are searching for glory deforming the truth
Hocus the ancients enslaving the youth
Deriding the mothers and killing their sons
Never mind the back of your slums
Words are loaded guns

All-time immortal now kissing the dust
Golden armaments have turned into rust

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