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We were sons of insurrection
Doomed to face the dark alone
Til vicarious perfection
Dearly won was made our own

So where's your landslide
Where's your victory
Tell me now, where's your sting

Unassailable you waited
The great enemy of man
Til your awful jaws were sated

And we were ransomed from your hand

So where's your landslide
Where's your victory
Tell me now, where's your sting

Where's your landslide
Where's your victory
Tell me now, where's your sting

Now that you have been disarmed
We will cross over unharmed


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