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Shadows hide the battlefield as daylight fades away |
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The ghosts of fallen angels are picking up the prey |
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The spirit of the heroes that once fought for the light |
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Is crushed down on the blood soaked earth now where is all their pride |
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You - you are the last man standing tall |
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Fighting for the sacred grale but knowing you will fall |
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Now - that there is nowhere you can hide |
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Standing strong until the end your fate it will decide |
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Stand alone |
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You fight alone |
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You die alone |
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You will die |
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Rise |
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The power of evil |
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Power of evil |
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Ancient and old |
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Rise |
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The gods of destruction |
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Gods of all evil |
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Blood turns to stone |
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You're waiting on a barren hill to watch the enemy |
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Closing up upon the last man standing free |
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Armies of the darkness so numerous and cruel |
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You know your time is over and the devils take the rule |
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You - the anger rising in your mind |
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Agony's forgotten as you march against their lines |
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No - you will never bow your head |
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Sacrifice your life you know that eve will see you dead |
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[Narration:] |
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There was a mighty clash as his sword spoke in thunder |
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Dividing the waves of his enemies, |
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Their bodies falling in thousands from his strokes. |
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With every cut his anger grows as he stands on piles of the slain |
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Hell itself seems to rise spewing out countless creatures that seem to mock |
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Life itself so |
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But the last man is still standing strong on the edge time clad |
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In his in his fierce anger and the battle seems to rage on forevermore |
