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In our name, we would run 

In fame and game of every mission 

Saving life and death in all that needs to be 

We would save our honour covertly 

Under strict mental courtship 

For all that is to know in depths of their sowing 

Find dirt traveling through 

Trading with heaven for finest luxury 

Time will be gone 

Each tick will tick no more 

Our name would find their own breaths 

Chanting air in correlation with we and trees in threes.