I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palace, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am McNally, the God of war and I will cut you down
Posted By: Pixelman, Jun 7, 16:41:59
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