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Death To The False EmperorVikings of the forty thousandsSailing on the blackest sea Continuing our reign for eons Universe, soon ours will be Chorus Moving to a new planet, moving to destroy We see it, and we have it, entire planet's fate is sealed Deploy landing mechanisms, move out with guns blazing Marching legions, a deadly rhythm, the planet's death is here Space is now our territory, Engines roaring, loud as hell You won't live to tell the story, Demise for you, so soon Chorus |