It's an ideal as old as man itself, a value obscured, yet never deceased
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A way of life that must go on, a knowledge that lives in the hearts of the chosen
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As sure as life and death itself, a thinking and being that must survive
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And if our campaign is pure, and commitment lives within our hearts
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Our quest will go forth unharmed, for glory is fleeting
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And victory's just a part of doing the job right, and it'll take place like this
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And it's an age old ideal and one that never died
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For there was no beginning, no vortex in time
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And the footsteps now trodden, imprint the souls of those who served
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We march to the same beat, although we're of a different time
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If our campaign is pure, if our campaign is true
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And we won't tolerate a thing that stands in the way of completing our quest
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And it'll shape up like this
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For vengeance will be swift via a hand so merciless
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And the hammers will roll out in a bloody masquerade
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And some things never change no matter how oft the clock does turn
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We march to the same beat though we're of a different time
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And if our campaign is pure, and the weapon of choice is within our reach
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Our quest shall go forth unharmed
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For while glory is fleeting the spoils will be ours just the same
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And it'll take place like this
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And all subversives crushed, our legacy this will be, with no ifs or buts to be heard
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And we'll sound the siren for our faith to rise again
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And future generations will fly the flag
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The Campaign
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