Awaken the Khan,
The ancient phenomenon.
No need for stealth or recon
While soaring high with the kings.
We, the wrecking balls that swing,
Are the meanest of mean.
We will haunt your fucking dreams.
Only when you plead for mercy,
Will you fall to your knees.
Our lines go deeper, deep as the sea.
Your lines grow weaker, weak and cowardly.
Fuck all the order. Chaos prevails.
Hang by the border by your own entrails.
We are the artists that paint the blood on.
We are the warships that fight it all head on.
It is our mission to make them bleed.
It's not sufficient that I succeed
all others must fail.
All others must fail and
Fall before my feet.
Burn down their homes and families.
We'll never retreat.
The masses grow, row by row,
Destroying everything in their way.
Break the walls. Watch them fall and
Crumble by the power of the sovereign.
Our lines go deeper, deep as the sea.
Your lines grow weaker, weak and cowardly.
Fuck all the order. Chaos prevails.
Hang by the border by your own entrails.
We are the artists that paint the blood on.
We are the warships that fight it all head on.
It is our mission to make them bleed.
In their submission, they call me king.
Serenade the sirens with their sweet threnody.
Burn down the pyre as we sing the melody.
Wake the fallen soldiers of our past memory.
As we call down the fire upon our enemy.
Serenade the sirens with their sweet threnody.
Burn down the pyre as we sing the melody.
Wake the fallen soldiers of our past memory.
As we call down the fire upon our enemy.

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