Siste Viator, Non timetis pedor
(Stay traveller, Don't fear the dirt)
Dreams two inches thick, Demons cut to the quick
Bracing for the elephant, Breaking this front of shit
Pauper sum ego, Nihil habeo
(I am poor, I have nothing)
Orders for a twilight raid, mortars and a live grenade
Grinning at the sky they prayed, Sinning for the new Crusade
There it is, man
Eram quod es, Eris quod sum
(I was once what you are, you will be what I am)
So how do you like your glamour shots, Trevor?
You oughta turn the guns around
Don't you know it's Game Over forever?
If I don't see you later I'll see you in the ground
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