| In the dawn at the sun’s first rays
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| We initiate the end of days
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| Perilous quest for paradise
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| Far away from this land of snow and ice
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| No pity for those lying dead
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| Our vicious path leaves the ground stained red
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| The aether realm for which we travel the earth
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| In the hopes of a new birth
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| A lair in the sky for which we seek
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| From the depths of the earth to the highest peak
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| Forcing the masses to bow to our lord
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| We are born into battle, we die by the sword
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| Laying waste to the land and all who defend
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| Our swords cutting down their finest men
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| For the heathen wars have no true weight
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| As you stand before ethereal gates
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| No pity for those lying dead
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| Our vicious path leaves the ground stained red
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| The aether realm for which we travel the earth
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| In the hopes of a new birth
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| A lair in the sky for which we seek
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| From the depths of the earth to the highest peak
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| Forcing the masses to bow to our lord
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| We are born into battle, we die by the sword
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| Laying waste to the land and all who defend
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| Our swords cutting down their finest men
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| For the heathen wars have no true weight
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| As you stand before ethereal gates
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| To the aether realm we return at last
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| To reclaim our throne of the ages past
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| Ruling the land from a higher base
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| We have rightfully taken our true place
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| A lair in the sky for which we seek
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| From the depths of the earth to the highest peak
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| Forcing the masses to bow to our lord
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| We are born into battle, we die by the sword
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| Laying waste to the land and all who defend
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| Our swords cutting down their finest men
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| For the heathen wars have no true weight
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| As you stand before ethereal gates |