| Across the fields red banners lead
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| Honored fallen stride
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| Towards the woods where still rivers meet
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| Feet first they ride
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| The peal, the pain, the cross, the shame
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| Fade the wraiths of war
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| No fatal wound slay searing stain
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| One that soul once bore
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| Feast the flesh of the beast
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| Indulge these spoils with greed
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| Inside the woods ten circles lay
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| Sylvan shrine of old
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| They dance, they pray the sun to flee away
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| Feast no light behold
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| The gift, the horn, the oath once sworn
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| Opiation for palate
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| They call, and heed the faceless horned
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| Regale served in shade
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| Bare the sin, the sun parched skin
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| Slavish shields of god
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| They gorge, the bare the flame within
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| Indulge on pagan blood
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| Disgrace, the scorn and soul reborn
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| Heathen star burns strong
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| Leave chains of flesh to house forlorn
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| Gods halls where they belong
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| Feast the flesh of the beast
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| Indulge these spoils with greed |