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 |