Summoned from the fields of terror
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We approach with a ghastly speed
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Devoted to the cause of aggressive submission
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Striking down the enemy?s opposition
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Brought forth by the sun
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Riding on the streams of destruction
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Our wings are carried by blackest emotions
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Carrying the instruments of perdition
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Resistance is futile and expect no mercy
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As your movements attracts our attention
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No life will be spared nor the opportunity will be given
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To oppose the usurper?s visions
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We?re all here to proclaim your doom
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And to end your rule in fire
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Praying won?t help and crying is senseless
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As you drown in the sea of blood
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A prey is spotted, the dive being set in
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The howling will paralize your mind
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Craving for blood, eyes fixated
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Claws reach out for striking
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Sudden death is our game
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Experience your morbid fate
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Returning to the lair of the victorious
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As our mission is fulfilled
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Resistance is futile and expect no mercy
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As your movements attracts our attention
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No life will be spared nor the opportunity will be given
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To oppose the usurper?s visions
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Summoning The Storm
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| Asphyx |
