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Hail to the new leader now
Ruler of this land,
With plans that follow
To demonstrate
Fear the blackened band
So horrid
And deathly true
Dishonest and powermad
Unspoken, sealed fate
Bursting to desolate

His love to hate
He'll murder souls like me and you
But along the way
He'll have to dwell
In his own hell

Clear the streets
See them marching
While columns take a stand
Time provoked, their mirror of hatred
With dark uncanny plans
To take out
And follow through
Just following their orders
With death rates
And death's roll
Those poor unfortunate souls

His love to hate
He'll murder souls like me and you
But along the way
He'll have to dwell
In his own hell

Twisting and turning
Through the mazes in your head
But in a time like this
You're beter off dead

The time has come now
Put up or shut down
The feelings that you have
Were lost and never found

His love to hate
He'll murder souls like me and you
But along the way
He'll have to dwell
In his own hell
Hail to the new leader now   Ruler of this land,   With plans that follow   To demonstrate   Fear the blackened band   So horrid   And deathly true   Dishonest and powermad   Unspoken, sealed fate   Bursting to desolate      His love to hate   He'll murder souls like me and you   But along the way   He'll have to dwell   In his own hell      Clear the streets   See them marching   While columns take a stand   Time provoked, their mirror of hatred   With dark uncanny plans   To take out   And follow through   Just following their orders   With death rates   And death's roll   Those poor unfortunate souls      His love to hate   He'll murder souls like me and you   But along the way   He'll have to dwell   In his own hell      Twisting and turning   Through the mazes in your head   But in a time like this   You're beter off dead      The time has come now   Put up or shut down   The feelings that you have   Were lost and never found      His love to hate   He'll murder souls like me and you   But along the way   He'll have to dwell   In his own hell