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Hands of doom are reaching out to crush all infidels who stray |
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Time to know the pain, no time to run within |
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And these hands you see before you will end the light of day |
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Your ashes will be cast into the wind |
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Your blood's upon the soil, your body fed to wolves |
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Not one of you will be left alive |
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Hear the sound pounding and the army of the night |
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By the hammer of |
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Thor you now shall die |
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Tonight we strike, there is thunder in the sky |
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Together we'll fight, some of us will die |
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But they'll always remember that we made a stand |
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And many will die by my hand |
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High atop the mountain, with hammers in the wind |
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Lusting for blood and death again |
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In a flash of lightning strike now the house of death invites you |
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Body and soul to come within |
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I see the fear you have inside, you can run but never hide |
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I will hunt you down and tear you limb from limb |
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Nothing shall remain, not your memory, your name |
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It will be as though you never ever lived |
