| Forsaken, forgotten
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| Born of strife you’re bred to die
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| Built on high a desolate citadel remains
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| A sign of power that’s gone
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| A horde that comes will lay to waste
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| Those who fall are left behind
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| Legions of damned, new spirits to gleam
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| A glimmer of steel through columns of smoke
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| A pile of bones, a pit of screams
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| Born of strife you’ve left to die
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| Awaken the doom, we’ve come from beyond
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| You’re damned eternally, you’ll suffer unto me
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| For sins all men must pay in time
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| Keeping the ranks, you march to die
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| The wretched and forlorn, will cross these wasted fields
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| Of rocks and dust and face the sky and
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| Embrace the gray and eternal light |