The Darkest Age

By Master

On Slaves to Society

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The eve of destruction, the presidential plague

A simple conviction, the darkest age

The candle is burning, the eternal flame

Soon we'll extinguish, what's left of the game

Walking through shadows, they're blinded by fear

Preparing for battles, the fight so sincere

Such civilizations, criminally insane

The final excursion, the end is in flames

Strengthen the army of the north

Take them and kill them with force