Heathens at the gate, Heathens at the gate,
We must act lest it be too late,
Shut all doors, man the towers,
We haven’t days but merely hours.
Here they come the brooding masses,
Form a line so not one passes,
Spare no thought of offering help,
Who really cares if they all yelp.
They will whimper, beg and plead,
Yet their goal is...
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