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The morning has come with the dawn of the sun
And the masses arise to the day
They meet their despair in pointless travail
Lost in the eyes of the world where
Death is the stage
For Mammon they live
To themselves they will give
Of treasure and gluttonous pride
To Self they bow down
They worship their crown
Alive in the eyes of the world
But
Death lives inside
Arise
My friends
Arise
The sword is the spirit of life
Awaken your souls
That you may never die
In the Battle of the
Living Dead
