Hard Times

Scream thy jets off to Orion
 As drone blurs kin
 And the hills sing prayers of America
 It's hard times we're in
 It's hard times
 It's hard times
 It's hard times
 It's hard times
 Soon the only gentle voice you'll hear
 Is one you cannot know to fear
 The kindest cut draws blood from filth
 As what fetes and feeds the toil of fallen men
 Albion sweeps limb from limb
 As plucked by poison quill
 But don't stand still
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 It's hard, hard times
 It's hard times
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 Fear thee not, hands of our maker
 Enchantment guilds sop
 First to war, you're meat for the satyrs
 Its hard times is what you've got
 It's hard times
 Hard times
 It's hard times
 Hard times
 Soon, soon the only gentle voice you'll hear
 Is one you cannot know to fear
 The kindest cut draws blood from filth
 As what fetes and feeds the toil of fallen men
 Albion sweeps limb from limb
 As plucked by poison quill
 But don't stand still
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 It's hard, hard times
 It's hard, hard times
 It's hard times