| The old familiar steam starts creeping out
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| Fire baking my veins
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| Tonight, on hell we dine
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| Reaching out, our cloud of oblivion
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| The omen showing its face
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| Tonight, we dine
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| If you see the war and your blood ignites
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| When the moon is high, on hell we dine
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| We kill to live, live to feed
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| Starving the beast made a monster of me
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| (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| If you see the war and your blood ignites
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| When the moon is high, on hell we dine
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| We kill to live, live to feed
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| Blood-starved beasts, the monsters are we
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| Men evolve to gods in their fury charge
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| Shifting shape into flame
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| Tonight, on hell we dine
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| Glory spren, ascends from their printed sand
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| A blinding wake to the end
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| Tonight, we dine
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| If this world is for man, then I am a beast
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| I do not fit in
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| I’ll embrace my claws and devour the land
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| (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| We serve not some distant kingdom
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| We defend not brick nor stone
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| We are the countless keeps, our blood is the mortar
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| Our king is one of pulse over throne
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| We are the moving wall, the armored march
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| The archers, the medics, the fire-born resistance
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| Immortal, we’ll face them one on one-thousand
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| And we’ll sing
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| If this world is for man, then I am a beast
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| I do not fit in
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| I’ll embrace my claws and devour the land
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| (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| If you see the war and your blood ignites
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| When the moon is high, on hell we dine
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| We kill to live, live to feed
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| Blood-starved beasts, the monsters are we |