Our comrades in arms lying dead in the streets
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From choking on metal that s spineless and weak.
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The Jackals are gloating, with victory in hand.
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But the last true believers rise up from the land,
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Howling our metal we light up the world,
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And the banner of Ungol is proudly unfurled.
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Raising our legion, and now you belong,
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And the point of the blade will be screaming our song,
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Crushing the upstarts with steel in hand,
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Our forces together, and nothing can stand.
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The Legion of Chaos shall vanquish the wrong,
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And sweep them aside to make way for the strong,
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Join The Legion
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| Cirith Ungol |
