| We saddle our horses 'cause we must fight again
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| Liars and betrayers anew stand in our way
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| We drink the wine of anger mixed with our blood
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| A last look at our weapons and a prayer to our gods
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| We’re made of power, we’re made for war
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| We are made of thunder and steel
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| Spill, spill, spill; |
| spill the blood of our enemys
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| Die, die, die; |
| enemy die
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| Spill, spill, spill; |
| spill the blood of our enemys
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| Die, die, die; |
| enemy die
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| Enemy die
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| Like cruel dark knights we are hungry for a fight
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| We’ll conquer every stage, enemies feel our rage
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| You cannot buy our mercy with gold, silver or money
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| But you can kiss our asses and eat our stinking shit
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| We’re made of power, we’re made for war
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| We are made of thunder and steel
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| Spill, spill, spill; |
| spill the blood of our enemys
|
| Die, die, die; |
| enemy die
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| Spill, spill, spill; |
| spill the blood of our enemys
|
| Die, die, die; |
| enemy die
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| Enemy die
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| Spill, spill, spill
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| Spill, spill, spill
|
| Spill, spill, spill; |
| spill the blood of our enemys
|
| Die, die, die; |
| enemy die
|
| Spill, spill, spill; |
| spill the blood of our enemys
|
| Die, die, die; |
| enemy die
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| Enemy die
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| Spill, spill, spill
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| We will spill the blood of our enemies |