How can a man challenge everything that's come before?

Can he create a weapon sizeable enough to win the war?

What's going through his mind as he aims the gun?

Will he have any great regrets when he's finally won?

What does the army think they're doing with the helmets?

A shoddy, lame design from the leader of the zealots

What do they think they'll prove adding to their own graveyard?

The hellhounds are much too fierce for petty safeguards

The feedback device is completed, incomparable

The visitors fall when their brains are irreparable

Xander and his faction take the fuckers by surprise

And with a leg up in the battle, now there's hope on the horizon

Everybody grab your gun, It's time to send these fuckers on the run

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