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In the mist of the morning light's shadows |
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triumphant, he stands battered and proud |
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in the dark of the morning light's shades |
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the meadow is red, and the fallen lies dead |
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tales of a menace, abandoned by god |
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fierce is the wrath, and this is his land |
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onto the gateways, kill and disarm |
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this is his nation, surrender and die |
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born on the fields, far and beyond |
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raised by the ruler, like father, like son |
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his talents unfold, the future is war |
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wherever he rides, nothing will grow |
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tribal reunion - ready for wars |
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destroying the earth as they move on |
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masses are fleeing, ready to die |
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again they will conquer, conquer them all |
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all ground pulsates, as the horsemen attack |
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nothing remains, infernal is their path |
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onward to glory, forever he rides |
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the king o f the masses, forever in pride |
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time has moved on, and the legacy is faint |
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but words from a past are written in blood |
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those who remember carry his words |
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his blood they will bring, and this earth they will flood |
