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Rebellion at NoranceI say goodbye to you my friends; I am going home to die now;From the delicate gardens they fall, abomination Fight for me, the empire is crushed A new creation shall unfold; Master strike - I command you to raise! Indescribable power I am in control; The blinding flames of fever hunt the living to death, the new leader ordained I vomit on all that resembles him; I induce the terror; Their death was in good intention, My genocide will not be out of hate But just for the great pleasure divine from destroying that which formed long ago. |