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The mountains below we reached by our will |
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The flames of our swords are burning still |
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Temptated by the night to spread hate and fear |
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Were the revenge the blackest, Their souls is our prey |
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Storms of evil, thunder and might |
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Their moons in our eyes, a guiding sight |
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Were in the march of profanity |
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The darkest breed, again well rise |
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forth against the flocks of the weak |
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Well approach a land forlorn |
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Our hordes arrived / Oh hordes of white, |
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watch us take your lives |
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As false youll fall, falseness disappear |
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(The Land) where eyes are blind we have found |
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Battle sign under the shape of mine |
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Darkest souls now set free |
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We rose again, damnations reign |
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Watch me absorb your thoughts |
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See me ruin your halls of light |
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Weltering in your sadness for infinity |
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Were the march of profanity |
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Your tragedy, falmes will rise |
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forth against the flocks of the weak |
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No return, A land forlorn |
