| So!
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| (Ohh…)
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| So!
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| As I gaze through the mist at the approaching host
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| My hand finds the hilt of my sword
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| Soon they are sundered, their bodies we roast
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| Their leader is hacked, mauled and
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| Gored
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| Battle-lust takes me
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| Demon be damned
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| No way to slake me
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| Die by my hand
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| Die! |
| (Die, die, die…)
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| Sternums are cloven and skulls they are split
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| They then are heaped up in piles
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| Monarch of murder, the crown seems to fit
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| Suffering brings only
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| Smiles
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| Battle-lust takes me
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| Demon be damned
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| No way to slake me
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| Die by my hand
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| Die!
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| Whirling and hacking, I’m bathing my blade
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| Mutated myrmidon of rage
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| The howling vortex of the hatred I’ve made
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| The enemy is still miles away
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| Addicted to war-lust, I can’t be controlled
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| The burning blood soon chokes the pyre
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| Slaughter with frenzy, must eat their souls
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| Don’t even pause to perspire
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| Well, maybe a little bit
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| Let slip the dogs of war!
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| (Ohh…)
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| So!
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| The foe was fanatic, the battle well fought
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| I split another rib cage, the blood is black and hot
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| Volleys rain, bodies drop
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| Lungs collapse
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| Sinews
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| Pop
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| Is good, ja!
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| Battle-lust takes me
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| Thrive on your pain
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| Abattoirs churning
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| Die in my name
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| Die!
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| My friend the buzzard, he follows my toils
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| My friend the rat, he grows fat from my spoils
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| My friend the maggot, he spawns in your brain
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| My friend or enemy, all shall die in pain
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| All shall die in pain!
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| Lust! |