Decide, between the ways of the weak, the sheep, to live a lie or to come to life, in victory we stand, above the meek to raise the chalice and toast the conquering to feast upon the spoils that we claim We are wakening We are the one you seek We are the merciless We are the all is truth We await, the coming of days The awakening of the eyes that sleep The dawn of light for those of us who see to stand above the shattered flock and their lies for now it is our time We are the conquering We are the one you seek We are the merciless We are the all that is truth Victors...now hear me Victors...come now know your name Brothers...as it must be In victory we stand Our wake, our secret is broken Our legions now are one The time of the silence now ended In victory we stand we are the conquering The clearing out, the storm
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