| For this I was chosen, because I fear nothing
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| With confidence I tread through the dead of the night
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| Off to another war-torn, faraway battlefield
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| Wherein lies a daemonic enemy horde
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| On this day, I decide to anoint my fists
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| Engaging them in the mode of power and war
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| Stopping at nothing that’s short of fulfilling my destiny
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| Willing to die and I will after you for what I believe
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| [Short Instrumental Break}
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| A desperate avenger striking fear in their hearts
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| Invading their dreams before the day even starts
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| Wet with your blood, I sharpen my sword
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| No turning the other cheek like a coward
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| Come tomorrow, I may lay down and die
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| But not this day
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| Sent on an unholy quest
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| To reduce all those who resist
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| To the size of their shriveled up souls
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| And scatter them like grist
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| I vanquished the strange holds that the netherworld sets for me
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| The last request of my life is to die killing my enemies
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| Bathed in blood up to the horse’s bridle
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| It’s death to retreat, there’s no chance of survival
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| Wet with your blood, I sharpen my sword
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| No turning the other cheek like a coward
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| Come tomorrow, I may lay down and die
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| But not this day
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| This day we fight!
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| This day we fight!
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| Strip the fallen heroes
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| Finish off the wounded
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| Collect the spoils of war
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| And send them back dead
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| This day we fight
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| Fight, fight
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| This day we fight
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| Fight, fight, fight
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| This day I fight |