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In the nightime desert, i heard the pattering of feet. |
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This is an army of darkness hitting the road. |
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Axes. Spears. Swords in their arms. |
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There is a force and a sign of war without god. |
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Hot sand, heated sun, Stony ashes lie down on the ground. |
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Everything that was living, |
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Everything that was breathing, becomes fire. |
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Day or night, now is never mind. Stony face eclipsed the sun. |
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Everything what was staying, will stand by the sign - |
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Sign of ruins. sign of war. Warriors run, proudly they fight. |
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They melted their iron swords. |
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Blood burns their powerfull fingers. |
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Bird of anger is flying child of peace is crying. |
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No one have a chance be a great mistake. |
