| Marching through bloodred snow
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| Barbarians of the evil horde
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| We crush your skull with ease
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| Ride into battle for the Lord
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| I molest my enemies 'til there’s nothing left
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| Wading in blood, I attack the pack
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| Surrounding death, we are of Hell
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| Agonized screams and the battlecries yell
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| Maniac warriors spreading death
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| I smile as I impaled your skull
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| Fields of slaughter and the stench of blood
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| Sledgehammer sacrifice, heads roll
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| Crushing f*cking evil onslaught
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| I smash your f*cking head
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| We rage forth, without meaning you fought
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| But now you are f*cking dead
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| Outburned churches with crucified priests
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| Headless Christians in the Devils feast
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| The flames won’t cease, we ride on to future war
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| Don’t try to stop us, we have opened Hell’s door
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| Maniac warriors spreading death
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| I smile as I impale your skull
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| Fields of slaughter and the stench of blood
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| Sledgehammer sacrifice, heads roll |