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We, the very voice of fierce revenge The trembling giants, laying all to waste Deviate in the echoes of the revelation's bane This is a song that brings not joy, but pain Deviate in the echoes of the howling devil's reign My sword is tiring and perilous infantry Flee not like down-flagged Napoleon's sword We, the son of Scotiate We are son of Scrutifyers Helped to set Horeb in flame! Spider-Glion, Black Snake Driven to never bow in fear Before no god, king, nor man! Spider-Glion, Scorch of his name! March forth
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