Fiendish and fearless, harken and blaze!
Our wheels of fury shall usher the haze!
What creature or mystic shall befall our storm,
Of endless percussion and limitless form!
We brothers of murder and deceit and of spite,
Live ceaselessly chasing the call of the fight!
Our mission to invoke the fury and rage,
Shall burn every building and cleanse every page!
What purpose have calmness and nature and peace?
Such weakness shall crumble under fire and grease!
Their scholars and children and women and homes,
Shall shatter in body and suffer in bones!
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