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By god they breed to control, to spread the pure is their call,
with their plight they're deceiving us all. Like an army in it's sleep,
they await unarmed, as it seems, but they await. Our enemies, already here
building up, and we're not aware. Like an army in it's sleep,
they await unarmed, as it seems, but they await. It's coming, coming! The war
of wars, it came through our doors. The battalion's awake enforcing belief in
return for relief. When the time comes they must take a stand and it's written,
god over land. Like an army in it's sleep, they await patient, to blend in, they
await choices, postponed, so they await cunning, yet oft ignored, they lie in wait.
