| Come summon the storm
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| The high plains of the mind
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| Invoking these drifters again
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| Drums are becoming
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| Tattooed and defined
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| Through ink drops
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| Of great spiritual rain
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| Incense is cloying
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| Raised campfires blaze
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| Behind our defences
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| A perimeter fence
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| To distance the sane
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| Under the thunder
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| The War Dancers writhe
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| In ted feathers dressed
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| Flesh pressed to the sky
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| A clawed metamorphosis
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| Quickens the eye
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| Tornadoes are at our disposal
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| Never will enemy lives
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| Darken our hearts and survive
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| Hell will be hearkened tonight
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| Full retribution decides
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| So now unholy
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| Death
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| She starts her canter
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| And with the ghostly
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| Under the thunder we ride
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| Whip up the sloven
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| Ex-lover of war
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| Her beauty has softened with age
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| Spread out her wings
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| Her legs sing to be bored
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| The Kraken is itching to wake
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| Dark clouds are gathered
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| A slathering bloom
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| Behind our offensive
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| Masked in a vast
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| Exaltation of doom
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| Under the thunder
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| The War Dancers writhe
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| A dread single purpose to usher demise
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| Try not to provoke
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| The black smoke to arise
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| Signalling massive reprisal
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| Never will enemy lives
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| Darken our hearts and survive
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| Hell will be hearkened tonight
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| Full retribution decides
|
| So now unholy
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| Death
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| She starts her canter
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| And with the ghostly
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| Under the thunder we ride
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| Here we go
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| Our braves are running
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| Forgiveness not to be
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| Wave upon wave keep coming
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| To claim your scalp
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| Heartbeats flicker with velocity
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| Manitou steers the reins
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| Burning with liquor ferocity
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| Careers throughout their veins
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| Under the thunder
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| The War Dancers arrive
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| Valour and vengeance
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| Aflame within their eyes
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| Forever fear the Reaper
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| Fell creepers in the snow
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| Living in the shadow of the inevitable
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| Warhammer blow
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| Worm caste of men
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| Don’t cross our hunting grounds again
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| The reason spite that brooked no invitation
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| Just understand the brutal hand that strikes is always there
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| To take away your celebrations
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| To break your paltry aspirations |