Its an ideal as old as man itself, a value obscured, yet never deceased A way of life that must go on, a knowledge that lives in the hearts of the chosen As sure as life and death itself, a thinking and being that must survive And if our campaign is pure, and commitment lives within our hearts Our quest will go forth unharmed, for glory is fleeting And victorys just a part of doing the job right, and itll take place like this And its an age old ideal and one that never died For there was no beginning, no vortex in time And the footsteps now trodden, imprint the souls of those who served We march to the same beat, although were of a different time If our campaign is pure, if our campaign is true And we wont tolerate a thing that stands in the way of completing our quest And itll shape up like this For vengeance will be swift via a hand so merciless And the hammers will roll out in a bloody masquerade And some things never change no matter how oft the clock does turn We march to the same beat though were of a different time And if our campaign is pure, and the weapon of choice is within our reach Our quest shall go forth unharmed For while glory is fleeting the spoils will be ours just the same And itll take place like this And all subversives crushed, our legacy this will be, with no ifs or buts to be heard And well sound the siren for our faith to rise again And future generations will fly the flag
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