Take Hold

You’ve got to catch them when they’re running
Before they get into the light.
And when the bastards show you reason,
Show them why they fear the night.
And when the monkeys show you treason,
Pay them back in death and pain.
Grind their bones into libations.
Burn it all and start again.

Rise up. Take Hold.
Shake free. Strike bold.

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