| Darkness flees the rising sun
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| The village lies ahead
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| It will wake to a new day soon
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| Soon they’ll all be dead
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| We came in cover of moonless night
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| Fifty men at arms
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| Now at first morning light
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| The church bell sounds the alarm
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| Sacrifice to gods of old
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| Bleed them of their lives
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| Fresh blood on our swords
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| Gods of war arise
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| Sacrifice to gods of old
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| Bleed them of their lives
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| Fresh blood on our swords
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| Gods of war arise
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| Hear the tortured screams
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| Shattering the air
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| They awake from soothing dreams
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| Into their worst nightmare
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| Fire sweeps their homes
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| They feel the dragon’s breath
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| Consuming and destructive flames
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| Agonizing death
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| Some seek shelter in the church
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| A refuge for those with faith
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| But we know how to smoke them out
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| A pyre will be raised
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| But those who choose to stand and fight
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| Will die with dignity
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| For the unfortunate few who survive
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| Waits a life in slavery
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| The day draws to an end
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| The night comes dark and cold
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| We return to our ships
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| With silver, slaves, and gold
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| We gave them agony
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| As they fell and died
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| The gods have granted victory
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| For our sacrifice
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| The day draws to an end
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| The night comes dark and cold
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| We return to our ships
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| With silver, slaves and gold
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| We gave them agony
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| As they fell and died
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| The gods have granted victory
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| For our sacrifice |