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Blood of life, flowing pure |
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In honored grace we shall endure |
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Lords of war cast down on us |
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Nine lives before the Incubus |
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We praise the blood that metal brings |
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The essence of creative qaulity |
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Is life so pure we cannot seek |
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Our hopes, our dreams to make our fantasies reality |
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Chains of steel bind us here |
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They seem so real till death appears |
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In quest of fate, of love, of life |
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It's not to late to know the light |
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We praise the blood that metal brings |
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The essence of creative quality |
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Is life so pure we cannot seek |
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Our hopes, our dreams to make our fantasies reality |
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Incisioned mind, ruined for all time |
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In dark of night pursues the crime |
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But love be true even in hell |
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And love of life brings us metal |
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Blind as ever, they can't hear the bell |
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They will suffer for the souls they sell |
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Chains will never bind us to hell |
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To all father we rais eour swords and ride to Valhalla |
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Heavy..... |
