Go my faithful soldier Go Let the fragrant incense rise To those great rulers And their lies. Draw on them Blessings down Blood dripping from Imperial crowns. Go those wrathful soldiers Go Let the cost of living rise Surveillance and slaughter from the skies Withdrawn from us Past blessings found Surrendered dignity Destiny crushed or … Continue reading And the winner is…
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