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Caught in the throes of war, this militaristic plague fevered dreams of dominance passed on again and again empires founded on the corpes of soldiers and slaves a colony drained of its life's blood leaving stains of misery in every footprint that we leave every day a new reason to grieve carrying on and on in the sanguine tradition of freedom poor against poorer forever in battles of attrition cloaked in flags and faith, choking on blood and sand crimson in tan. we are leaving stains of misery every footprint that we leave will revisit us one thousand fold blood! treasure! dying for fiction blood! treasure! imperial addiction Aus Songtexte Mania