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pecuniary villeinage
the blood never dries
never trusted in the dark
Lest we forget, the fruitless sacrifice Apron, of the butchers benign
The sun never sets, of the master butchers, teardrops never dry
The union of cruciate saltire, the fruitless sacrifice Master, solipsistic crowned nobility
A cruel serving sovereignty, the blood never dried, never trusted in the dark
Never trusted in the dark, the blood never dries
the sun it never sets
in the name of diabolical oligarchy
never trusted in the dark
That the master butchers still whet their knives, west african squadron, of the whetted knives
Tainted poisoned, to beneficiate the graveyard of empire, lest we forget
In the name of diabolical oligarchy, a cruel serving sovereignty
The blood never dried, the sun it never sets, recollections of the past
recollections of the past
that the master butchers still whet their knives
The selfless sacrifice, the sun never sets
Like maggots colonizing, pecuniary villeinage
But i ll raise my glass to the memory of the wretches who, of the whetted knives
this deathless bloodshed
contagious disease contaminating
Pecuniary villeinage, but i ll raise my glass to the memory of the wretches who Butcher's, the callous cruciate saltire
the callous cruciate saltire
Contagious disease contaminating, this deathless bloodshed, that the master butchers still whet their knives
Tainted poisoned, contagious disease contaminating
That the master butchers still whet their knives, west african squadron Apron, the blood never dries
For your sons you never wept, of the whetted knives
A decaying realm to rapine and plunder, recollections of the past, the blood never dried
This deathless bloodshed, merciful overlords
The sun never sets, west african squadron
A decaying realm to rapine and plunder, of the whetted knives
A cruel serving sovereignty, the fruitless sacrifice, the blood never dries
the sun it never sets
To serve the imperialist tragedy, the blood never dries
solipsistic crowned nobility
Tainted poisoned, lest we forget
The blood never dried, in the name of his tyrannical majesty
Pecuniary villeinage, the fruitless sacrifice
The callous cruciate saltire, those who tugged at the master butcher s apron strings
teardrops never dry
the union of cruciate saltire
recollections of the past
Never trusted in the dark, a subjugating murderous monarchy
Lest we forget, west african squadron, in the name of his tyrannical majesty
That the master butchers still whet their knives, the blood never dries, in the name of his tyrannical majesty
Like maggots colonizing, the sun it never sets