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Death has sent it's angels |
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Heralds of war pain and fear |
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In sunlight or darkness of night |
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Sinister tyrants of cruelty |
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On their black horses travel all over the world |
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Scepters of fear and banners of chaos |
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And cry of the beast breaking the empty space |
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When fright and terror start to rule |
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Demons of war, tyrants of cruelty |
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Cry through abyss |
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Bad day for those who heard this cry |
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Shadow in valleys |
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Rumble and roll and wild laugh of horses |
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Soon thirsty they will drink from rivers of blood |
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In flames of fire and bloody glow |
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Among dead corpses in deadly fight |
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Damned day when thousand swords |
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With rumble will sing their song of death |
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In blood and corpses of the enemy |
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Cruel triumph and gloomy fame |
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March of victory tyrants |
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Lords of war with ghostly laugh |
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Will reward the bravest warriors |
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Because where death rules |
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And angles of death |
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Only few will survive |
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Damned day, gloomy day |
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When rage of beast of fear as gray shadow |
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Falls on your lands talking to you |
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As magic call pulls you |
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Where many have gone |
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But no one returned alive |
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In fire of battle, in the ravages of war |
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Cruel lords' wild laugh |
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On hatred fields in tumult of battle |
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In trap of mighty and cruel gloomy will |
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The wind will steal our names |
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Damned day when crow on the sky |
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Flutter it's black wings |
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Where war track leads |
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We will go following destiny |
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For eternal struggle, leading by voice of mighty will |
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Where wind will mix our names with ashes |
