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The telex caster flickers on and the chap from the BBC, states the last of the balloons are erected we are ready for lift off Slowly the land pulls away from the earth time to rule Britannica most glorious going where the winds takes us and where we land, we will take as ours Using only sound weapons and the whispers of cold winds we are so ready to take seizers for this is airship Britain, full of lunatics All don their red jackets men, women and even children no more muskets or marching for this land is made for fighting We are the now the Kunstprodukt so ready for war, and so wanting ready to take back what we have lost this is battle of airship Britain Only the elite will attire in black for they are the hard core warriors and they will jump into action before we land, and play dangerously We will rule where the wind takes us for Britain is not on the map and soon we float over to you and land on your ****** lap By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris By NeonSolaris © 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Airship Britain
The telex caster flickers on and the chap from the BBC, states the last of the balloons are erected we are ready for lift off Slowly the land pulls away from the earth time to rule Britannica most glorious going where the winds takes us and where we land, we will take as ours Using only sound weapons and the whispers of cold winds we are so ready to take seizers for this is airship Britain, full of lunatics All don their red jackets men, women and even children no more muskets or marching for this land is made for fighting We are the now the Kunstprodukt so ready for war, and so wanting ready to take back what we have lost this is battle of airship Britain Only the elite will attire in black for they are the hard core warriors and they will jump into action before we land, and play dangerously We will rule where the wind takes us for Britain is not on the map and soon we float over to you and land on your ****** lap By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris By NeonSolaris © 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
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