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On the rise of a new dawning |
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I gaze upon a pagan mass |
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Who cry in tones of victory and hail their gods in the skies |
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Their shields and armor are glittering under the heat of a heathen sun |
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Their hearts face with the pride to follow their father long gone |
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The blades of their weapon are bloody wet with flesh christian blood |
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Storming through the battlefields for the pantheon of their god |
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They ride their steeds to new frontiers forever more in the night... |
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Ah... Marching of the hordes... |
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Against a sky tinted crimson red |
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Over bloodsoaked meadows |
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Through the ashes of the shamanic flames |
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From the Anatolia shadows |
