| The long nights baptize the alabaster
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| Of temple’s spires and pillars of porphyry
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| Self named divine and holy
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| But disguised bastards now heed our call
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| Adorned with pieces of the enemies
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| Bring forth the siege machines
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| No faith nor god can repel the spikes
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| Fired by the scorpios
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| At once the ropes unfasten
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| Tons of steel raining down below
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| Their wretched walls begin to shatter
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| Punishing their blasphemy
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| With discipline and silence
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| Shell their proud honor
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| Pay the price or drown in steel
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| In dread the citizens pile up
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| The aries blows resound
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| This fortress becomes their resting place
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| Another mass grave
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| While legions slowly move in
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| On a road now paved in flesh
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| Their prophet is blind and they’re forsaken
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| Now they’re just slaves to the empire
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| Time to surrender the crown and kneel down
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| So taste the flames of our merciless gods
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| Relinquishing your faith to suffer
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| Within this world in chains
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| They chose to die
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| The bastard race
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| Chose to die
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| The bastard race
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| Cold dust must shroud the fallen
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| The ground takes back their lives
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| No stronghold can protect the lies
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| From gods almighty
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| The legions slowly moving out
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| On a road now paved in flesh
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| Their prophet is blind and they’re forsaken
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| Punishing their blasphemy
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| With discipline and silence
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| Shell their proud honor
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| Pay the price or drown in steel
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| They chose to die
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| The bastard race
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| Chose to die |