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I ate my chains, I ate my shackles,
I found my foes and I ate those jackals.
It was thrillin',
killin',
all those thieves.
I left their bones with the stones and leaves.


Free from pain, free from prison.
They call me the Burning Son, and I've risen.
I'll be smashin',
slashin',
all you facists.
I hope you choke on the smoke and ashes.

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