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Place your bets for this horrid game
Force them back to the hell from where they came
Rise and face the oncoming storm
With the power to crucify
We will not have to justify
Why they all have to die
I go to war for my godgiven right
to always open up my broad jaws
And of course the right to hang myself,
to cut my wrists, pull the trigger at my head
Amoeba Lord,
from you we inherited this eternal restlessness
Now let us rage like free men
Unchain and unleash the disaster in your sons
In unbeatable glory - this is the western, white dwarfs
It's not for you to choose
Now witness our eternal truth
