Move it up!

You’re dead
If you come with a revolution
In this policed state
Your fucking dead

Pick it up
Move it up to the front of the fight
Where the battles made
Cuz there are no chosen ones in War

Stand your ground
From the attack
Your men won’t
Feel the last

Living and dying the American legacy
Everything is nothing it’s all down to the last man
That holds his ground

Stand your ground
Lose your faith
Find the path on the top of a pyramid in
Giza!

Pick it up!

Retreat
When you see that the walls have been breached
You need to go
Fucking regroup

Pick it up
Move it up to the front of the fight
Where the battles made
Cuz there are no Holy ones in War

Stand your ground
When attacked
Your men won’t
Be the last man that’s standing

There’s no way to hold your ground
(spoken)

We were born from the sun
As we drop the bodies 260 steps down
The blood drenches the earth

Well I’m screaming out
To the ancient lords
Who gave me the sun and earth

Find me in council
With wicked wise men
When I die
Lay me down with the Jaguar cult

Jaguar Cult!

Hold your fucking ground!

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