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Summoned from the fields of terror |
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We approach with a ghastly speed |
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Devoted to the cause of aggressive submission |
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Striking down the enemy?s opposition |
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Brought forth by the sun |
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Riding on the streams of destruction |
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Our wings are carried by blackest emotions |
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Carrying the instruments of perdition |
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Resistance is futile and expect no mercy |
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As your movements attracts our attention |
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No life will be spared nor the opportunity will be given |
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To oppose the usurper?s visions |
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We?re all here to proclaim your doom |
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And to end your rule in fire |
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Praying won?t help and crying is senseless |
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As you drown in the sea of blood |
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A prey is spotted, the dive being set in |
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The howling will paralize your mind |
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Craving for blood, eyes fixated |
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Claws reach out for striking |
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Sudden death is our game |
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Experience your morbid fate |
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Returning to the lair of the victorious |
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As our mission is fulfilled |
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Resistance is futile and expect no mercy |
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As your movements attracts our attention |
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No life will be spared nor the opportunity will be given |
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To oppose the usurper?s visions |
