Born from the dark, in the black cloak of night To envelope its prey below, deliver to the light To eliminate your enemy, hit them in their sleep And when all is won and lost the spoils of war are yours to keep Great nations built from the bones of the dead With mud and straw, blood and sweat You know your worth when your enemies Praise your architecture of aggression Praise your architecture of aggression Ensuing power vacuum, a toppled leader dies His body fuels the power fire, and the flames rise to the sky One side of his face a kiss, the other genocide Time to pay with your ass - a worldwide suicide
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