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More dead than wounded |
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The sky still burns |
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We won't take prisoners throughout this battle |
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The marching forces |
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Their heads will roll |
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They are prepared to die |
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With swords in their hands |
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And in the south a beast will rise and shine |
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In blood red fog and with an axe divine |
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Immortal from hell |
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And from the east a scream hails to the sky |
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From warlords on horseback |
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Defending their troops |
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The end, a threat about to come |
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The fear all men do carry deep inside |
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Refuge is hope to stay alive |
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Return and wear the scars of war with pride |
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For all the fallen buried at dawn |
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They did not die in vain |
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We'll have our revenge |
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More dead than wounded |
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On blood soaked soil |
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War has claimed its victims |
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Never shall remain |
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Kill to live |
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Heads will roll |
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Skies shall fall |
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Warlords call |
