| We suffer their lives
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| The chains of despair
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| Eternally we’ll crush and bleed
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| Running through woods they’re so black
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| Prophets of lies
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| Be free from their pain
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| They fear the night of the unholy shield
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| Before we die by war
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| So the death finally comes to us
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| The foreign might could be crushed
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| We face the death with pride
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| Only proud men stand 'till the end
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| And all the night seems to fade
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| A dark night — the ravens fly
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| With raw and brutal force
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| Unholy legions break the temple doors
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| Out of the night — into the dark
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| Where demons — dance by my side
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| And godless creatures — fight for their lives
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| The might is strong — The fear of the sword
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| The legions are ready to fight
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| No mercy for life
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| No fear of the line
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| Only a crowd of the brave
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| The ground at their feet
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| Soaked with blood
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| Our enemies' bodies around
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| I hear the thunder ashore
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| Awaiting the battle
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| No fear of the death
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| They shall be crushed — erase them from Earth
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| Shattered will — the demons unfold
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| My face is the last thing you will see
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| Pray for the beast — a desperate cry
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| Their hearts pound like never before
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| The world shall be your grave
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| The sign for a demon to attack
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| As the legion marches on
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| Ravenous crows drenched in seed
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| All that’s left are the echoes of their cries
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| Behold the wrath of the fallen
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| The darkest pits in the abyss
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| The gates of hell open wide
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| Hear the anthem that speaks of our death
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| Hear the anthem of our death |