| Upon returning from the never-ending winter
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| The axe shall fall on those who wronged us
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| Let me, let me tell you about the fallen angels
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| Because there’s so much, so much left to tell about a story soon lost in time
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| Two betrayers, three forgotten and two kindred rulers
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| Brothers fighting the oppression as one, to save a dying kingdom
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| Behind enemy lines
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| In a dark world we don’t recognize anymore
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| We summoned the army
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| To stand by the truth, to bleed for justice
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| And if we can’t wake up the world
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| We’ll simply have to destroy it
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| A new beginning to free what’s left of mankind
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| We are hanging, we are hanging by a heartstring
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| This death grip they’ll have to answer for
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| Always siding, always siding with the true king
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| And he’ll lead us in this endless war
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| They stole the hearts and souls of men and put them in machines
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| Mindless slaves to roam the nuclear wasteland that used to be our home
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| Where the eclipse darkens the fields that’s where we mobilize —
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| Right on the border of Hell Frost and Zion we’ll initiate the onset
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| Behind enemy lines
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| In a dark world we don’t recognize anymore
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| We summoned the army
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| To stand by the truth, to bleed for justice
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| We are hanging by a heartstring
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| This death grip they’ll have to answer for
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| Always siding with the true king
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| And he’ll lead us in this endless war
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| Upon returning from the never-ending winter
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| The axe shall fall on those who wronged us
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| The axe shall fall on those who wronged us
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| We are, we are
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| We are hanging by a heartstring
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| This death grip they’ll have to answer for
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| Always siding, always siding with the true king
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| And he’ll lead us in this endless war
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| When injustice becomes law
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| Resistance becomes duty
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| No retreat, no surrender
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| We will press on, until they withdraw
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| Reclaim these godless lands, let them heal
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| Let them shine yet again in splendor |