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Grey dawn of day the piercing war-cries fade away the fate is sealed life has left the battle-field |
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Once they were a mighty army standing one for all they fought for glory and for booty |
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They rode into a fall |
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Now the crows pick at their bodies steel turns into rust |
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Flesh is stabbed with spears and arrows the flag turns into dust |
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Lost Legions, blind and heartless |
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They devastate the land |
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Lost Legions, don't know mercy army of the damned |
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Their flesh is gone but their spirit's living on you can be sure they're the guardians of the war |
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They're a part of every bloodstain of the smoke and steam their laughter's sounding like the woundes warrior's scream everywhere a soldier's dying they've released the beast anytime an angel's crying they celebrate a feast |
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Lost Legions.... |