| We have sent riders ahead
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| To warn of our coming
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| And those who have not yet bled
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| Will join us or die
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| We will have our revenge
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| For the wounds we have suffered
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| And when the battle begins
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| You must look in our eyes
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| Untie the prisoners
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| Have someone dress the wounds
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| Then take them to my chambers
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| All traces of your house will be destroyed
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| You’ll answer to the names
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| It’s stricken from its throne
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| To prove this two methods will be employed
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| None will survive
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| No mercy will be shown
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| There are tears in the cities to the south
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| They have foreseen their own doom
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| Which we seek to bring about
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| Hordes of men gather unto me
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| Sail the sea of spears over waves of enemies
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| We have sent riders ahead
|
| To warn of our coming
|
| And those who have not yet bled
|
| Will join us or die
|
| We will have our revenge
|
| For the wounds we have suffered
|
| And when the battle begins
|
| You must look in our eyes
|
| Untie the prisoners
|
| Have someone dress the wounds
|
| Then take them to my chambers
|
| All traces of your house will be destroyed
|
| You’ll answer to the names
|
| It’s stricken from its throne
|
| To prove this two methods will be employed
|
| None will survive
|
| No mercy will be shown |