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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 |
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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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Spill, spill, spill |
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Spill, spill, spill |
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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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Spill, spill, spill |
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We will spill the blood of our enemies |
