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Flashes of lightning |
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Destroyin' the peace of the night |
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On the horizon |
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There are great flames shining bright |
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He's armed, he's ready and willing |
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To stand and fight 'till the end |
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He's used to blood-shed and killing |
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Black Death is his best friend |
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Pain and torture, flames and slaughter |
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The smell of blood everywhere |
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Bleeding warriors, blood-stained armours |
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Dying fighters |
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When the Warlord's hot breath |
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Burns the air |
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He rules with terror |
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Mercy's a word he does not know |
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Wherever he stays |
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The sands of time are running low |
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His mother was a volcano |
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She spat him out in a stormy night |
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His father was the rolling thunder |
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He taught him "Son, you're born to fight" |
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Pain and torture..... |
