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Band of Brothers
05:46
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Annihilate, brothers lying in the dust,
Exterminate, their lives is what we trust.
Persevere, in failure we cannot comply,
Currahee, we are not afraid to die, to die.
Sheer determination, blood, shed to succeed,
Hellish situation, relieved by all wants and needs.
This is why we fight; succeed this day of days,
to reach the breaking point, Currahee, live for today.
Cut off, necessities do not exist,
Try to stop, relentless attacks to resist.
Defiance, united we stand and fall,
Fate decided, together we answer the call, the call.
Sheer determination, blood, shed to succeed,
Hellish situation, relieved by all wants and needs.
This is why we fight, succeed this day of days,
to reach the breaking point, Currahee, live for today.
Brothers, together we answer the call,
Brothers, together we divide and fall.
Divided, no one to be left behind,
Regroup, we are all of the same mind.
Silence, the stench of flesh across the sky,
Currahee, we are not afraid to die, to die.
Sheer determination, blood, shed to succeed,
Hellish situation, relieved by all wants and needs.
This is why we fight, succeed this day of days,
to reach the breaking point, Currahee, live for today.
Brothers, together we answer the call,
Brothers, together we divide and fall.
Brothers, born by the same hand,
Brothers, never shall we disband.
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Replicators
08:44
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A dominant race, without heart only mind,
To liberate man, without question of life.
Our fate pre-determined we can but strive,
To terminate us, for themselves to thrive.
Feeding from the blood, spilt by their hands,
To demonstrate the need and strength to stand.
All will be lost, at the dawn of elimination,
Negating the need for paths of replication.
They replicate, so to create.
Their purpose stems from hate.
Dead we must be for the truth to be seen,
Dead we will be in this faithless routine.
Debilitation, of replication
Is useless, a future, imminent.
Replicate to thrive.
Scouring the hive for last signs of life,
Their wretched existence has ground us to lice.
With arrogant purpose they reach ever higher,
To drag on from high our decrepit messiah.
All that has made them all that they are,
Is ripped from the past and then ripped apart.
Imagine a memory forced on a dead generation,
Negating the need for the art of creation.
They replicate, so to create.
Their purpose, stems from hate.
Dead we must be for the truth to be seen,
Dead we will be in this faithless routine.
Debilitation, of replication
Is useless, a future, imminent.
Replicate or die.
Advancing on earth, our first blood consumed,
A future expires as the past is exhumed.
A soulless creation reacts to a threat,
Absorbing a race, a nations fate is met.
The progenies opus reverses its aim,
Created for salvation, resorting to maim.
A host forced to breed in order to give,
Surviving its gain, replication to live.
They replicate, so to create.
Their purpose, stems from hate.
Dead we must be for the truth to be seen,
Dead we will be in this faithless routine.
Debilitation, of replication
Is useless, a future, imminent.
Replicate to survive.
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