| From the tops of the mountains, called your king
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| Calling all to battle. |
| The gates were opening.
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| Taking your axe and preparing to fight
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| Run by those proved worthy
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| Run by those that pleased the gods
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| Run by the men that betrayed you
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| Run by those who will kill you
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| Door opened, cherubim, and angel
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| The taste of battle
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| What more was to be asked of those that served the one.
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| When the gates opened there’s clashing of swords
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| Fire and ash and blood that created them
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| When the gates opened the ones that betrayed
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| Bloodied halos and shredded wings
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| Run by those proved worthy
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| Run by those that pleased the gods
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| Run by the men that betrayed you
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| Run by those who will kill you
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| Door opened, an angel flying down
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| The taste of battle
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| What more was to be asked of those that served the one.
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| When the gates opened there’s clashing of swords
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| Fire and ash and blood that created them
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| When the gates opened the ones that betrayed
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| Bloodied halos and shredded wings
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| Woh, the killing spree of the cherubim,
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| Slaughter the mortals that hunted them down
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| Cherubim |