| And we swallowed his blackened freedom
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| The sinners blood coveted by martyrs
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| Under your rancid uncleansing moonlight
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| Tear your flesh and let it be devoured
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| And we will never run, GO
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| With honor we fight!
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| Will you have my back?
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| Through the cold dark nights!
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| We can never look back
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| Now go!
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| With honor we fight
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| Will you have my back?
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| Through the cold dark nights
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| We can’t look back
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| So following quickly behind the dead lord
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| And breathe this blackened earth
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| For he has enticed you with his blackest plagues
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| And you shall suffer once more
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| Tonights fiery sky blazes oh so bright
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| As a swarm of hate breathes from the dark clouds above
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| Ashes burn the flesh like sacred sachels
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| And all will burn so very bright
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| He swallowed what we once called home
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| Hasting the day that we once felt alive
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| Encrusted in a tomb we feel a malice dormant
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| And your tightly woven flesh will burn one last time
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| A picture perfect burning world
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| Lying dormant to illusionary slaves
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| Fire rising engulfing everything youve had
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| With honor we will fight
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| Will you have my back?
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| Through the cold dark nights
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| With our honor we must fight
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| Through the horrid nights |