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In my eyes I see through fury |
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A gaze from hell |
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The legions of your lord are turning |
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You built your church upon our lands, unholy lands |
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Your cross forced upside down and burning |
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In my eyes |
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Winters heavy here - but blood melts snow |
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Regiments from the south - drove up hard |
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Killing ceaselessly - burning towns |
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Toppled all our shrines and they drove them to the ground |
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In my eyes |
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All retaliate - drive them back |
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Swords will sing when wetted in their flesh |
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Drive them to their doorsteps - burn their lands |
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Stare them in their eyes and lets remind them of our home |
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How can I not see |
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In my eyes I see through fury |
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A gaze from hell |
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At last the rage inside is churning |
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Your built your church upon our lands, unholy lands |
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Your priest pinned upside down and burning |
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He's burning! |
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In my eyes |
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Winters heavy here, but blood melts snow |
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As the years go by, the wounds don't heal |
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Retribution beckons, calls me home |
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Forefathers know this; they will never know peace here |
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How can I not see, now can I not see, how can I not see |
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In my eyes I see through fury |
