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They raise their glasses, as he surveys unseen |
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Wrath is increasing, anger makes his eyes gleam |
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Seeing his foes, celebrating their victory |
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He gives a promise, that he will destroy his enemy |
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Godforsaken fools..... |
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I will return |
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Raise, raise, my dark fiends of light |
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Up from your graves, into the night |
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Raise, raise, my dark fiends of light |
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Up from your graves, into the night |
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As he stands nearby, he speaks the incantation |
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Tearing the dead, back from their damnation |
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Ground starts to quake, as they return from their graves |
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Thousands of corpses, rushing ahead like waves |
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Godforsaken fools..... |
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I will return |
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Raise, raise, my dark fiends of light |
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Up from your graves, into the night |
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Raise, raise, my dark fiends of light |
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Up from your graves, into the night |
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Follow him blind, they have heard his call |
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Incessantly marching, heading for the fall |
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Clattering blades, made to strike and kill |
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Thirsting for blood, their task they will fulfill |
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Raise, raise, the dark fiends of light |
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Up from your graves, into the night |
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Raise, raise, the dark fiends of light |
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Up from your graves, into the night |
