| Blood of life, flowing pure
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| In honored grace we shall endure
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| Lords of war cast down on us
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| Nine lives before the Incubus
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| We praise the blood that metal brings
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| The essence of creative qaulity
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| Is life so pure we cannot seek
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| Our hopes, our dreams to make our fantasies reality
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| Chains of steel bind us here
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| They seem so real till death appears
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| In quest of fate, of love, of life
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| It’s not to late to know the light
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| We praise the blood that metal brings
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| The essence of creative quality
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| Is life so pure we cannot seek
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| Our hopes, our dreams to make our fantasies reality
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| Incisioned mind, ruined for all time
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| In dark of night pursues the crime
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| But love be true even in hell
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| And love of life brings us metal
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| Blind as ever, they can’t hear the bell
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| They will suffer for the souls they sell
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| Chains will never bind us to hell
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| To all father we rais eour swords and ride to Valhalla
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| Heavy… |