| The moon is rising up on earth
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| Sky has changed from blue to black
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| There’s an army coming down the way
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| Determined to fight
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| With knives and flames
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| A pack of wolves from hell
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| The sons of the night show their teeth
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| To bury the plague and burn what remains
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| We, the sons of suffering
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| Out to tear down one thing
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| The ones who reign the night
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| Tonight this is the last big fight
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| Never fit into your roles
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| We’re ending up the endless prowls
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| Searching for treacherous snakes
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| To ruin all unfounded hate
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| After all consumed by fire
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| The ground is cluttered up with graves
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| Only leaving clouds of haze
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| The battle is lost, but the fight still goes on
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| Caught in a never ending struggle
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| Over and over again
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| This world is empty
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| Still full of scum
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| This world is empty
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| All signs of hope are gone
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| We are the sons of the night
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| Gates of hell are opened up
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| We’re those who suffer pain
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| Survived the fight and reign the night
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| Forever life
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| Forever struggle
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| Forever bound |