| Yah
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| Ride in the dust cut in the flesh lift your banners and hold 'em high
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| Head for the kill crush with your fist let us attack
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| Shrouded is the morning in the thickest of mists and cloudfilled is
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| The sky The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal doom of mine
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| Enemies Fill me from the crown to toe top full of direst cruelty stop the
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| passage to remorse At a womans breast I will take the milk for gall
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| And not shake my fell purpose
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| A darkened shadow sweeps down over Ophthalamian world
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| With thundering hooves and blood raged stare I’ve turned the tides of
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| War Time for war time to die time to see That this might be your lonely
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| Death time to leave In this world of hate no flames will burn all hope is
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| Lost No more tears and no more fears just close your eyes
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| Yah
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| Ride in the dust cut in the flesh lift your banners and hold 'em high
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| Head for the kill crush with your fist let us attack
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| I wield my sword and reap the bitter winds of greatest pain
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| Triumphantly we raise our fists knowing we have won the war
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| Dead were the trees and barren the ground as the battle came to end
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| I am the warlord of the battle the majestic lord of total death |