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They laughed at their gods |
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And fought them in vain |
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So he turned his back on them |
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And left them in pain |
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Now here come the saints |
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With their banners held high |
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Each one of them martyrs |
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Quite willing to die |
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Wake the dead, the saints are in Hell |
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Wake the dead, they've come for the bell |
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Cover your fists |
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Razor your spears |
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It's been our possession |
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For 8,000 years |
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Fetch the scream eagles |
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Unleash the wild cats |
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Set loose the king cobras |
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And blood sucking bats |
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Wake the dead, the saints are in hell |
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Wake the dead, they've come for the bell |
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We are saints |
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In hell |
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We are saints |
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In hell |
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We're going down |
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Into the fire |
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We're going down |
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Into the fire |
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The streets run with blood from the mass mutilation |
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As carnage took toll for the bell |
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Abattoir, abattoir, mon Dieu quelle horreur |
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For a time is was like second hell |
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Saints in Hell |
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Saints in Hell |
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The battle is over, the saints are alive |
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How can we all thank you, we felt so despised |
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Saints in Hell |
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Saints in Hell |
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Saints in Hell |
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Saints in Hell |
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Saints in Hell |
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Saints in Hell |
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