The morning has come with the dawn of the sun,
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and the masses arise to the day.
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They meet their despair in pointless travail,
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lost in the eyes of the world where Death is the stage.
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For Mammon they live, to themselves they will give,
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of treasure and gluttonous pride.
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To Self they bow down, they worship their crown,
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alive in the eyes of the world, but Death lives inside.
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Arise, my friends, arise!
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The sword is the spirit of life,
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Awaken your souls, that you may never die!
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In the Battle of the Living Dead
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Battle Of The Living Dead
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| Warlord |
