| Blood ravens here again, aim: secure the spear of Khaine
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| And kill assailants making spurious claims against the realest reign
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| They came in vein in chase of fame, now they’re facing steel in rain clouds
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| So they doubtless feel the strain when they hear our name
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| No fear of pain, the only fear we claim’s the fear of shame
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| Of breaking the sacred and ancient consecration we’re obeying
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| Should you see us kneeling it’s merely because we feel like praying
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| Been trained to persevere, even when severely maimed
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| Bones disappear to bits of meal, betwixt gear and chain
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| If you’re bleeding out we’ll sear the vein with healing flame
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| And if you’re still laying the you will forever here remain
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| But if your zeal attained us valour, you were not killed in vain
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| In the dawn of war we fight hordes of Orks
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| Born to die, that’s why we’re brought here, all
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| In the dawn of war we fight Eldar forces
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| Forfeit life and all the glory’s yours
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| I’m torn straight from the pages of white dwarfs
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| You can call me racist but I just don’t like Orks
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| It’s a hatred formed inside, I’m born to die for
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| It’s the way that I was brought, don’t call it my fault
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| Nor is it the fault of a soldier that’s brought the Cyprus Ultima
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| Excited as I’d be to cypher with cypress hill, Tolkien and Marshall
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| Multiple times while I’m holding the giant warhammer, striking a Dulcimer
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| Salting the earth, halting the rule of an adulterous sultanate
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| And what’s the result of it? |
| I’m the holder of dark knowledge
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| Devoted to pass on the culture like Marc Collins
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| Barbarous? |
| Far from it, I’m rather more like a barber is
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| 'Cause I chop pieces of people off for a living and find it marvelous
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| In the dawn of war we fight hordes of Orks
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| Born to die, that’s why we’re brought here, all
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| In the dawn of war we fight Eldar forces
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| Forfeit life and all the glory’s yours
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| I navigate my way across the blood river
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| The thick hot ichor hits like a shot of good liquor
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| Invigorated, digging craters with the God Splitter
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| In a baptism of Viscera, what an odd vicar
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| So stop chitter chattering, there isn’t a sod sicker
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| Dropping cadavers like a chav’d drop litter
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| Now let me tell any Ork gang if you thought Dan would allow you
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| To walk on his back like a doormat then you’re attacking a straw man
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| Stroll in under the fold of a torn banner, holding a warhammer
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| While I’m picking all manner of holes in your grammar
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| You’re soaking your pants like a bloke with an overly full bladder
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| What’s that in your ballsac? |
| Fuck all, twat, oh snap
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| In the dawn of war we fight hordes of Orks
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| Born to die, that’s why we’re brought here, all
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| In the dawn of war we fight Eldar forces
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| Forfeit life and all the glory’s yours
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| It’s hardly difficult for the brain to pick up is it
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| Maybe you’ll get it when the angel Gabriel pays you a visit
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| It’s hardly difficult for the brain to pick up is it
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| Maybe you’ll get it when the angel Gabriel pays you a visit |