[Lyrics by Satyr]
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Feel the burning flame
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as the sun in the desert sand
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Sense tghe grief as the knives of torment
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Shreds your soul
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Behold the harvest storm of spiritual rape
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Hordes from infernal wastelands united
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Under blackened wings
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Souls under the serpents banner
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with common flesh
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But a heart of scorn and painfull anger
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Orgy of destruction - a "gesture of might"
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Gaze at the grey sky - hatred and poison
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And from the vast towers of the underworld
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one could see shadows of Them in dark
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caves and endless halls
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Trample down bronze gate of tartaros
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Patient earthly men with (raised) bloodfilled chalices
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Greeting Their arrival for the battle of the
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ages is at hand and when the garish slave
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of the seeds of life has turned into a
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torrent of blood and the wolf has eaten the sheep
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Stare into the galactic fog
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- armageddon has been achieved
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The Serpents Harvest
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| Dark Throne (Darkthrone) |
