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Dagger upon the throat of the lowly
May the wretched reck havoc upon the wretched
May the rotting branch fall of its own accord
Come now the conflagration
Sound loud the death rattle
An age of swords to replace an age of victims
A scourge of swords to replace the scourge of victims
A day of Holocaust and a night of steel
A night of order and a dawn of blood
May the rules perish
That the law may return
May the rule perish
That the law may return
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