This rage is a rage that is millenia old
Out on the icy shores, they felt it
Down in the muggy fields, they felt it
They felt it in the blazing heat of the center divider
They felt it in the metallic whirring of machines run on fire
They felt it on the sands of blood
And the sands of magic
And in the rivers we did flood
They feel it all over the world now still
We call it nothing but it's a way to kill
A way to kill the heart and spirit
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