| Shadows hide the battlefield as daylight fades away
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| The ghosts of fallen angels are picking up the prey
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| The spirit of the heroes that once fought for the light
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| Is crushed down on the blood soaked earth now where is all their pride
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| You — you are the last man standing tall
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| Fighting for the sacred grale but knowing you will fall
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| Now — that there is nowhere you can hide
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| Standing strong until the end your fate it will decide
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| Stand alone
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| You fight alone
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| You die alone
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| You will die
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| Rise
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| The power of evil
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| Power of evil
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| Ancient and old
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| Rise
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| The gods of destruction
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| Gods of all evil
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| Blood turns to stone
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| You’re waiting on a barren hill to watch the enemy
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| Closing up upon the last man standing free
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| Armies of the darkness so numerous and cruel
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| You know your time is over and the devils take the rule
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| You — the anger rising in your mind
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| Agony’s forgotten as you march against their lines
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| No — you will never bow your head
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| Sacrifice your life you know that eve will see you dead
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| Narration:
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| There was a mighty clash as his sword spoke in thunder
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| Dividing the waves of his enemies,
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| Their bodies falling in thousands from his strokes.
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| With every cut his anger grows as he stands on piles of the slain
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| Hell itself seems to rise spewing out countless creatures that seem to mock
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| life itself so But the last man is still standing strong on the edge time clad
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| In his in his fierce anger and the battle seems to rage on forevermore |