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Blast millions of bombs to reach full growth Sing high let me though the fields of ceremony We fell obligate born to lead Boiling blood in the veins make raise our strong arms up high Storm closed the ranks Lock out morbid shit! We kill off firmly, dazzled by the rapture of pride The raking devastation In the storm lord pure dominion Death warrant force With no remorse spits out the fire of hatred cleansing grip We are supermen born to win Our slavery is broken by the roman eruption for the new world Rise from the dead Crowned days of daze Deluge the losers 'cause they're shrouded in docility The raking devastation In the storm lord pure dominion From Letras Mania