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>Behemoth's eye lies a-weeping up with God, While weep the sons of bondage whom she ventures all to shod; but tho' she lost her eye while struggling for her kin, her smile is marching on.
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>Glory, glory to the Nephilim Queen! (X3)
>And her smile's marching on!
>Behemoth is a hero, undaunted, true and brave, and her kin knows her valor when she fought their rights to save; now, tho' the grass grows green above all the children's graves, but her smile is marching on.
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>She captured a Dis depot, with her nineteen girls so few, and frightened Old Astaroth till she trembled thru and thru; they tried her for a traitor, themselves the traitor crew, But her smile is marching on.
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>Behemoth's a far better Christ than the one above the trees, an Antichrist who of the bondmen shall a Liberator be, and soon thruout all Creation the slaves shall all be free, For her smile is marching on.
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>The conflict that she didn't want she looks down on us to view, on the army of Wakȟáŋ Makȟóčhe with its flag red, yellow, white, black and blue. Her Citadel shall ring with anthems o’er the deed they mean to do, for her smile is marching on.
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>Ye braves of wólakȟota, then strike, while strike ye may, the death blow of oppression is not too far away, for the dawn of Wakȟáŋ Makȟóčhe has brightened into day, and her smile is marching on.
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>Glory, glory to the Nephilim Queen! (X3)
>And her smile's marching on!
>Behemoth is a hero, undaunted, true and brave, and her kin knows her valor when she fought their rights to save; now, tho' the grass grows green above all the children's graves, but her smile is marching on.
(Chorus)
>She captured a Dis depot, with her nineteen girls so few, and frightened Old Astaroth till she trembled thru and thru; they tried her for a traitor, themselves the traitor crew, But her smile is marching on.
(Chorus)
>Behemoth's a far better Christ than the one above the trees, an Antichrist who of the bondmen shall a Liberator be, and soon thruout all Creation the slaves shall all be free, For her smile is marching on.
(Chorus)
>The conflict that she didn't want she looks down on us to view, on the army of Wakȟáŋ Makȟóčhe with its flag red, yellow, white, black and blue. Her Citadel shall ring with anthems o’er the deed they mean to do, for her smile is marching on.
(Chorus)
>Ye braves of wólakȟota, then strike, while strike ye may, the death blow of oppression is not too far away, for the dawn of Wakȟáŋ Makȟóčhe has brightened into day, and her smile is marching on.
(Chorus)
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