| There is feasting once more where we give the sun our sacrifice
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| The night seems to devour creation
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| This is the day in which we’re sent to take no one alive
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| Our might needs not to hide ambition
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| Draw out the sword, you’ll see how we build empires
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| Our march storms like raging sea
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| Dust and bones is all that’s left once we summon thee
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| Desolated lands
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| Serving the sun for his warm nourishment
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| The scars leave this land dried
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| Too charred, bleak, too cold, burnt
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| Defenseless — Despised
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| Scorned — Dead
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| Don’t spare these fools, they serve
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| The will of rotten gods and shameful creeds
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| Denied is their life — Cleanse them
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| This is our fight to set them free from all disunity
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| This bright scene of end times shall rise
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| Draw out the sword, you’ll see how we build empires
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| Our march storms like raging sea
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| Dust and bones is all that’s left once we summon thee
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| This old era ends
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| The scars leave this land dried
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| Too charred, bleak, too cold, burnt
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| Gone |