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Protest The Hero Fortress

Enemies of Khanate strung on hooks Like pigs to slaughter, heads will roll Heads will roll, throats will be slit Blood will flow like springs of water

Take everything your parents taught you Throw it to the dogs It's a forgotten flesh of something dead It's blood drips from your jaws Take everything

Split the sky asunder, a noble huntress of the clan In your left hand raise a sword, in your right hand cast a spear Summon all the thieves and bastards

Did you come here to kill or did you come here to die? Or did you really think that spaceships would descend from the sky Bending light and beaming forth

Down the street half a block away In a familiar place regular people Agree with each other in smoke signals Down the street half a block and In a familiar

Thus now he knelt before the ruins, Cold of sweat and heat of flame, To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village to its shame. Those who

Take everything your parents taught you, throw it to the dogs Its forgotten flesh of something dead its blood drips from your jaws. Take everything

Oh God! What they must have heard in the distance: A wilderness of sound and movement repeating itself across the narrows of mountainsides, the cries

Endowed with the art of casting names upon its being The humans claimed dominion over every living thing Proud as a purpose they became to walk the