O immortal Emperor: Have mercy on us, miserable unworthies that we are.
O master of the galaxy, protect your flock from the alien.
O keeper of the light, guide our darkened path with your radiance.
We are your warriors and we are servants to thee,
we stand free from blindness of heart,
free from hypocrisy, vainglory and deceits,
but captive to hatred, malice and anger, to the filth, the alien, the heretic.
By thy agony and bloody sweat; by thy Golden Throne and thy death; by thy destruction and re-emergence as the God of men, keep and strengthen us, we who fight for thee.

Call me crazy, call me insane
The jester and the king is one and the same
The question of who really runs this freakshow
Will have you rattle your brain

The sharpest elbows, the sharpest of minds
No compensation for the honest and kind
I'm digging deep to find the flaws within me
Before I'm falling behind

You can't control me
I can't even control myself
You can't control me
I can't even control myself

Steal from the rich, give to myself
Steal from the rich, give to myself

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Simon Viklund - Steal from the Rich, Give to Myself [open.spotify.com]