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Running across the hot plain |
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Reaching the mountains of black |
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Hearing the cries of pain |
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In fear of a coming attack |
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Weapons that we take are from the dead |
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As they rot in the dawn |
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A battle behind and a battle ahead |
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The calm before the storm |
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Ambush attack |
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Legions of black |
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Suddenly they're everywhere |
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Raising the swords |
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And wielding the axe |
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Show them the meaning of fear |
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Kill or be killed |
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The law of the blade |
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Rule and obey |
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The law of the blade |
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Assassins appearing from nowhere |
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Angry and wild they arise |
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A strike of the sword is our answer |
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The Hell's breed has to demise |
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Deadly is the silence after the war |
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The fate is catching it's breath |
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Slaughtered souls reaching the shore |
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The reaper is bringing on death |
