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When blood covers your eyes |
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When death dances around you |
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Your laugh in her face with despise |
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Because the time for your death has yet not come |
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In the sea of blood, and storm of fire |
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The choirs of the dying spread melodies |
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Of death and destruction |
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The wings of death have covered the |
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Earth Strike at the enemy where he least expects it |
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Flood his hope in a hole of tears |
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Poisoned arrows will reach their hearts |
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No more love, neither mercy |
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The red Sun has hidden herself |
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Their fear born from our hate |
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Kindles fire and ash |
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The dance upon the battlefield |
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And their screams terrify and freeze hearts |
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Praise my sword from the red mud |
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I clench my fists and deliver pain |
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I still live on, and laugh in deaths face |
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Because nobody will take me alive |
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Frantic horses upon the red field |
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And the shattered swords wound their hoofs |
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The wages of war raise the wails, because the |
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Spill blood has called upon them today |
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I still live on, and against the darkness |
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I raise my sword |
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Ash mixes with blood, and the blood on the field darkens |
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On the battlefield, in the sea of blood |
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The wails of the dying become the anthem of death |
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The eternal war absorbs all that surrounds it |
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The Gods of death and destruction gather |
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Their blood harvest |
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When the anthem, drowned by the sea of blood, will sound |
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We will tread on your enemy's standards |
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And the dead horses of |
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Yahweh will become food for the rodents |
