Loud lough, Lokispawns jokes Ludic foulness power invokes A punch on table, pawns fly away Generals battlefield play Were all abiding a nightmare Shed of innocent blood Lies, jobbery and warfare Time of demise Masses arise Thorium, forged in our souls Oh oh, by the hammer of gods Thorium, hot boiling metal Weve got rebel blood flowing inside No, not! Not masses fools Sharp red eyes, we rhyme the truth No TV slaves, uncultured worms Were Dios and Schuldiners youth No more conniving to horror Gears on government rules If kings are weaker than warriors Why is it they who laugh? March, army! March! The cradle of kings is justness grave Take them down, equity reigns Red eyes to see the obliquitys seed!
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