| — Charge !!!
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| Warwinds, fragments of a passed life passes by
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| A new dimension arises
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| Soul is sealed, but some scars can never heal
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| Battlelust, slay with sword
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| A master is born, carefully caressed by female skin
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| Lying in blood of womb, licking salt on sword
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| Blood boils, the body is weak but is growing stronger
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| Born to create a new era of death and destruction
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| Born to retake the crown once lost
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| Born to gather forgotten legions
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| Souls of warriors gathers again
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| …on towards the Unholy Crusade
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| Lacrimae Mundi
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| Shall gather every ocean
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| A massive tide of unholy water shall flood away all souls
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| The born master summons the four horsemen of the apocalypse
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| To gather the souls of all fallen warriors
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| Scattered souls are healed again, back to the strength they once possessed
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| Unholy crusade !
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| The forgotten legions are gathered, by the horsemen of the apocalypse
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| In each and every direction they ride, after the evergrowing tide
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| Reaping and harvesting the souls of humans, retaking the world once lost
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| Crushing all the feeble humans that never was meant to be
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| Destroying all that was built by the feeble race of man
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| Channeling the souls of the fallen, into the newborn master
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| His scars are healed and he receives full immortality |