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Yah Ride in the dust cut in the flesh lift your banners and hold 'em high |
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Head for the kill crush with your fist let us attack |
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Shrouded is the morning in the thickest of mists and cloudfilled is the sky |
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The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal doom of mine enemies |
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Fill me from the crown to toe top full of direst cruelty stop the passage to remorse |
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At a womans breast |
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I will take the milk for gall and not shake my fell purpose |
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A darkened shadow sweeps down over |
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Ophthalamian world |
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With thundering hooves and blood raged stare |
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I've turned the tides of war |
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Time for war time to die time to see |
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That this might be your lonely death time to leave |
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In this world of hate no flames will burn all hope is lost |
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No more tears and no more fears just close your eyes |
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Yah Ride in the dust cut in the flesh lift your banners and hold 'em high |
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Head for the kill crush with your fist let us attack |
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I wield my sword and reap the bitter winds of greatest pain |
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Triumphantly we raise our fists knowing we have won the war |
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Dead were the trees and barren the ground as the battle came to end |
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I am the warlord of the battle the majestic lord of total death |
