They laughed at their gods
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And fought them in vain
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So he turned his back on them
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And left them in pain
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Now here come the saints
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With their banners held high
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Each one of them martyrs
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Quite willing to die
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Wake the dead, the saints are in hell
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Wake the dead, they've come for the bell
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Cover your fists
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Razor your spears
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It's been our possession
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For eight thousand years
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Fetch the scream eagles
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Unleash the wild cats
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Set loose the king cobras
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And blood sucking bats
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Wake the dead, the saints are in hell
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Wake the dead, they've come for the bell
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We are saints
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In hell
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We are saints
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In hell
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We're going down
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Into the fire
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We're going down
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Into the fire
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The streets run with blood from the mass mutilation
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As carnage took toll for the bell
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Abattoir, abattoir, mon Dieu quelle horreur
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For a time it was like second hell
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Saints in Hell
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Saints in Hell
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The battle is over, the saints are alive
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How can we all thank you, we felt so despised
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Saints in Hell
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Saints in Hell
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Saints in Hell
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Saints in Hell
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Saints In Hell
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| Fates Warning |
