| Behind the shuttered door a voice from below the earth
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| rumbled like the fiery pits of the underworld
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| And with such ferocious strenght it spoke, the entire world trembled
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| Hearken to me my legions… walk out into the light and
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| bring death and darkness with thee
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| March onwards my legions… destroy everything in thy path
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| March onwards… into battle
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| …March to war
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| The night opened it’s eyes and gazed upon the gathered armies of men
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| Who greeted the coming horrors with a warrior’s hail and swords prepared to kill
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| Endless was the stream of black that float from the heart of darkness
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| Greeting the men with a deafening shriek and weapons raised in malicious hate
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| Onwards onto the battlefield to welcome death and embrace the sufferings of war
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| With a thundering roar the armies clashed filling the day with the sound of
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| death
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| Still the voice thundered over the sounds of the battle,
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| spreading it’s poisonous words to the attacking legions, encouraging
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| their maiming, praising their killing and honouring the |