| In morning of mourning men gathered to the fields
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| March of the death lead this savage race
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| With might of the sword they slaughtered enemies
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| Dawn of this cruel day, I see the raging flames arise
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| From the deepest hell. |
| Like thunder the warlords were thrusting
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| With their sword. |
| Cold steel turned to red with blood of enemies
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| In morning of mourning war blood turned to cold
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| I saw warriors in the battle fields
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| Thrusting swords into soft flesh
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| Spilled blood turned fields to red
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| Empty graves filled up with the warriors
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| Warriors
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| I can hear how cold steel sank to flesh
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| I can hear last breath of these brave warriors
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| Dreams of war have become true
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| Like the hell was landed to the earth
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| Bleeding corpses were lying on the ground
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| Smell of burning flesh flown everywhere
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| In the air
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| With rage, they fought their battles
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| With rage, they gave no mercy
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| With pain, with pain they fell to a frozen ground
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| With rage, they fought their battles
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| With rage, they gave no mercy
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| With rage, they fought their battles
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| With rage, they gave no mercy
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| With pain, with pain they fell to a frozen ground |