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The hearts of men
These days have shown the hearts of men
in all their blackened throes
Once upon the feasts of greed
O does the honor go
Swift will be the winds of change
on the tyrants last parade
When the shoulders of those who bear the load
loyalty begins to wane
Our path to here was made with the blood
that flows through the hearts of men
and what was once our past
so shall be made again.
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