To The Victor The Spoils

Decide, between the ways of the weak,
the sheep, to live a lie
or [bad word] to life, in victory we stand,
above the meek
to raise the chalice and toast the conquering
to feast upon the spoils that we claim

We are wakening
We are the one you seek
We are the merciless
We are the all is [bad word] 

We await, [bad word] of days
The awakening of the eyes that sleep
The dawn of light for those of us who see
to stand above the shattered flock and their lies
for now it is our time

We are the conquering
We are the one you seek
We are the merciless
We are the all that is [bad word] 

Victors...now hear me
 [bad word] now know your name
Brothers...as it must be
In victory we stand

Our wake, our secret is broken
Our legions now are one
The time of the silence now ended
In victory we stand 
we are the conquering
The clearing out, the storm