They march at night through fiery battlefields
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And the Death bell rings it's toll
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They take no prisoners, they shoot to kill
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And ever onward they will roll
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Plated armor of the hardest steel
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Their tanks are quick and their Trooper's keen
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A game of chess with clear-cut strategy
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Masters of Invasion, take your prey
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Masters of Invasion, claim your life and dig your grave...
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The Legions follow orders manifest
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No provocation to avenge
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Assume a destiny to reach the West
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The conquered live in hope for their revenge
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You can't escape this vicious War Machine
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No sanctuary for this Grim Regime
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Freedom and property are stripped away
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Masters of Invasion, take your prey
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Masters of Invasion, claim your life and dig your grave...
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And on they march to quench their thirst for greed
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Without a warrant for their crimes
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Annihilation is their craving need
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And the Death bell counts the lives
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Another country doomed to die in vain
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Another victim of this Mongers' Reign
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Another paragraph in History...
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Masters of Invasion, take your prey
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Masters of Invasion, claim your life and dig your grave...
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Master Of Invasion
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| Heir Apparent |
