| Stand up from the dead in victorious sight
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| We strike with the ire of God
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| Come stand up for war, no surrender at night
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| All riders are drowned in their blood
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| And evangelists gone in the flood
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| To the end, to defend
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| To the glorious night
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| To the praise of the cross and the dead
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| Fight us, spite us
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| We have the might and the glory
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| Bite us, light us
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| Strike with the force of a God
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| Swear us, tear us
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| We are the fall of the holy
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| All the night, it's blood for blood
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| Altars to defend and Christ in command
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| We die for the Lord and the cross
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| Onward to the end, we all wander this land
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| No combat we fear and no loss
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| No surrender no battle is lost
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| To the end, to repent
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| To the glorious times
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| To the praise of the fallen and damned
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| Fight us, spite us
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| We have the might and the glory
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| Bite us, light us
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| Strike with the force of a God
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| Swear us, tear us
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| We are the fall of the holy
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| All the night, it's blood for blood
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| Fallen to descent, we died in command
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| No prayer, no crest, and no throne
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| Sunken and banned, no rest, no repent
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| The bravest of hearts turned to stone
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| Faster, wider
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| We come alive under fire
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| Darker, wilder
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| Stricken by fever at heart
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| Sacred riders
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| Born into flame on the pyre
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| Hear the call, it's blood for blood |