| The beast of the land
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| It stood right here
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| Twilight of the gods
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| Serpents — those with fangs
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| To conquer, to rule, to own
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| No days have passed
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| To conquer, to rule, to own
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| Daylight’s gone
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| Conjure, the past
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| Mortals — those with spines
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| Gathering of men
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| March! |
| onwards to death!
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| Hear the call from the voice of the elders
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| The tide will turn whenever you want
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| Nocturnal flare — hallow cries
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| Nocturnal flare
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| Echo the howl of the lonesome night
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| Naked trees and shivering leaves
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| Nocturnal flare — hallow cries
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| Nocturnal flare
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| To conquer, to rule, to own
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| No days have passed
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| To conquer, to rule, to own
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| Daylight’s gone
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| Silence, hear the hooves
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| Of the legion
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| Blades, jingle, angel of death
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| Man must answer to the sign of the end
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| Such is the law of the universe
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| Nocturnal flare — hallow cries
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| Nocturnal flare
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| The grave of our kind, lies open to us
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| And nothing can hold us back
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| Nocturnal flare — hallow cries
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| Nocturnal flare |