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Faces turn towards war |
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Cold eyes searching the emptiness |
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Night mixes with day |
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Moon eclipsed sun |
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Our motionless faces |
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And cold glassy eyes |
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Melt the foreboding wasteland |
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Chaos emerging in waves |
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Destruction lunging from the darkness |
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Soldier's hearts turned to stone |
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Armies stand motionless on their positions |
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It is not us who will cry from pain! |
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Our graves not trodden by ghosts |
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Blood that is not blood |
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Flesh that is not flesh |
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In the ashes will find its end |
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Our swath and fire trails |
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Gleaming with weapons in the night |
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Crests swing on the wind |
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Panzer forces in harmony |
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Savagery lunging to be unleashed |
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Sun glaring from the steel |
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Wotan bewitched their hearts |
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White armies united for revenge! |
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Enemy charging from the darkness |
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Smashed by shields of hate |
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Chariots of fire descend from the sky |
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The inferno engulfs the valleys of tears |
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Impure creatures cloven in pain |
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Their skeletons picked clean by beast and fowl |
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Swords will smash David's star |
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Cross and Crescent are lost |
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In the dark current of the river of blood |
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To the north of the Rubicon |
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Divested by passage of time |
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The end and beginning a mystery |
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Suspended between life and death |
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The world of human and the world of gods |
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Lashed by a cold wind |
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We peer through the abyss |
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Where long shadows of enemies |
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Reside in their hopeless lair |
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To the north of Rubicon |
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Swords will smash David's star |
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Iron hammer crushing the cross |
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Holy Crescent tread into the ground |
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To the north, where stone monuments stand |
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And tumults rise |
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Valkyries awaken the eternal Aryan spirit |
