| Through the frost-lined foothills they rode
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| Banners as black as their souls
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| As a winter sky loomed above
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| Pale as the wind-driven snow
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| I have seen this day in my dreams
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| The hour of my doom drawing nigh
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| Black blades of treachery
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| Draw forth my aging blood
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| And I fall
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| Dying on the cold stones of my throne
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| Retake the usurper’s throne
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| The blades of our fallen burst forth
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| With the revenant’s breath
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| Destined to fight, even in death
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| These are the bones that they thought they had shattered
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| But we’ll never rest
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| Immortal blood
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| Courses through my veins
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| I won’t be denied; |
| your battle’s lost in vain
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| I have returned to reclaim my rightful throne
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| From realms beyond the waking world
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| We’ll rend your flesh from bone
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| There the young man sits on my throne
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| Surrounded by ill-gotten gains
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| Ebon hair and eyes black like coal
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| Murder and thievery his way
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| I see the horror gripping his mind
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| As we descend on his ranks
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| A thousand men they thought they had killed ride out from the woods
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| And our steel thirsts for betrayers' flesh and blood
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| Retake the usurper’s throne
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| The blades of our fallen burst forth with the revenant’s breath
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| Destined to fight, even in death
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| These are the bones that they thought they had shattered
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| But we’ll never rest
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| Immortal blood courses through my veins
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| I won’t be denied; |
| your battle’s lost in vain
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| I have returned to reclaim my rightful throne
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| From realms beyond the waking world
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| We’ll rend your flesh from bone
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| We traveled realms beyond the crystal moon
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| And shadowed keeps
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| Where mighty serpents stalked ensorcelled seas
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| And ice-crowned peaks
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| So here we are to bring your end, my friend
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| And none shall week
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| Betrayal’s debt paid in your foul blood
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| The price is steep
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| We are revenant
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| We have returned
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| So bow your heads
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| We are your
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| Doom (x3)
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| The hoarfrost breaks as steel-shod hooves
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| Make known their presence to the night
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| And fires rise against the starwheel, casting smoke into the sky
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| My bloodline was and always will be rightful heirs to this old throne
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| Your life will slake the soil’s thirst for sacrifice and blooded stone
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| Immortal blood courses through my veins
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| I won’t be denied; |
| your battle’s lost in vain
|
| I have returned to reclaim my rightful throne
|
| From realms beyond the waking world
|
| Immortal blood courses through my veins
|
| I won’t be denied; |
| your battle’s lost in vain
|
| I have returned to reclaim my rightful throne
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| From realms beyond the waking world
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| We’ll rend your flesh from bone |