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Turn back the tide of a thousand years |
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When the hunted were many, the land was in tears |
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The dark one has placed his hands on the earth |
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His minions, no mercy, no quarter today |
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The dreams of the men were shattered and drawn |
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With death in the valleys and fire in the glens |
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The old and the sick were slaughtered in vain |
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Left for the ravens to be carried away |
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In the deepest of lairs, he summoned his hordes |
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Begin, sons of darkness, the mother of wars |
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Spread my disease on this pestilent race |
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The fighting, the burning, the sword and the mace |
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He gazed in the flames, the beast that was he |
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He now was the master of all he did see |
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The wails of the women, the charnel house smell |
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He laughed at their bodies, the tears for the dead |
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Hail, Sons of darkness |
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Hail, warriors call |
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Hail, we'll conquer together |
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Hail, my carrion hordes |
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The earth it was riven, scarred in pain |
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The people were solemn, laughter insane |
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No hope for the future, just a gateway to |
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Hade Infernal damnation for the weak and the lame |
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Cruel winter, came for all, was too soon |
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Perished the forests and withered the blooms |
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Nothing was worthy to stand in his way |
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He sought out a plan to conquer today |
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Hail, Sons of darkness |
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Hail, warriors call |
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Hail, we'll conquer together |
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Hail, my carrion hordes |
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Sons of darkness, with banners held high |
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Sons of darkness, you're marching to die |
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He gathered around him mystics and seers |
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Dark incantations to pass on the years |
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Spells that were spoken and chants that were made |
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A devilish future was all that he craved |
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Black swirling midnight, his time it had come |
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To travel in time, in an instant was done |
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He burst on our world filled with anger and hate |
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Destroyer of dreams, deceider of fates |
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Reborn in nirvana to murder and maim |
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It's you that have called him, and you know his name |
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His guises are many, the lord of the lies |
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He feeds on your fears and darkens the skies |
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His orders are written in granite and stone |
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You'll kneel at the throne made from blood and from bones |
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The left hand is icy, caressing the skulls |
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The right hand has brandished the sceptre of souls |