| The mankind is fading, the dead will arise.
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| Bleeding to death with lonesome cries.
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| Unleash the legions cloaked with thunder,
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| just look at your century of your demise!
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| Now look at the decay that you create,
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| darkness hatred black despair…
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| An endless winter not seeming to fade,
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| a desecration no one could repair.
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| The black winter arise, deadly silent the
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| world turns to ice.
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| Wade through the blood of your demise.
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| The scars of tyranny, your last sacrifice…
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| A common grave with sin offerings,
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| your way is paved with corpses. |
| You’d never feel the suffering,
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| the blood on your hands adorn your throne.
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| The black winter arise, deadly silent the world
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| turns to ice.
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| Wade through the blood of your demise.
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| The scars of tyranny your last sacrifice…
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| The mankind is fading, the dead will arise.
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| Bleeding to death with lonesome cries.
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| Unleash the legions cloaked with thunder,
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| just look at your century of your demise!
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| Rivers of blood flowing their way, just see how the sky
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| turns black! |
| Trombones announce your last day before the sea
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| turns endless red. |