I wake on the crimson tide
Above the ravages and crusades of the old
How lucky to be so young?
How lucky am I to be so strong?
The chinless viper staggers
Above the hoard of ill gotten gold
And he hisses beyond the globe
“Come before me whores of babylon”
And the Horde of Mammon bow.
They howl in the streets
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