| Haggard cries our holy land
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| Wasted without a king
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| I found you from that withered stand
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| You told me its time to kill
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| I know you, you’re not a holy man
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| Like wasted, you’re nothing
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| I curse you, you and your withered plan
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| You will cry just like me
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| Here’s hell, savage, fierce and black
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| Young blood turned to bad
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| Strong heart, love, that’s all we lack
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| Hells here, we can’t go back
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| Here’s hell, savage, fierce and black
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| Young blood turned to bad
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| Strong heart, love, that’s all we lack
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| Hells here, we can’t go back
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| There’s no turning back, no… |