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As cold as stone, they march in darkness.
Enslaving the young, and killing their fathers.
But soon they'll know...
The path they've chosen has carved their fate in stone.
In blood and tears, a thousand times.
We rise against, we'll always hold the line.
Of reckoning.
Red tears run down like a river.
Don't close your eyes it won't disappear.
No fear, you want to end the pain.
Don't let go, don't back down, hold the line.
We'll bring the reckoning.
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