Cold is the steel I have by my side
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It soon will by red stained with blood
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Along the way among the moor
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I can smell those who will die
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The earth is shaking nothing of human
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Hate is growing inside of me
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I hear the screams behind the fog
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I fling the steel with no mercy
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Bran Mac Morn
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Bran
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We'll destroy helmets and armours
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Finding the way bene ath the ground
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Unnamed forces of a nature
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So many years hided from sun
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Reminiscence of golde era
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Raise the hate for human race
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We are gonna scatter the cold bodies
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Among the mist of winter day
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Years and years below the ground
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Witing the time to awake
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God forsaken is our pact
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Only glory honour and steel
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Lead us through walley and woods
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Bran the foolish king of pittish
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Who negotiates his sacred soul
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For the pride of caledon
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Through the Roman luxury culturs
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And the people who are feastering
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Togheder will destroy the false
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Thatis lurxing on the earth
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Blood and steel honor and glory
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Can you hear our battle screams
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We are fling our hate
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We're the worms of the earth
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Running through the people dy ing all around me
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I can feel the steel flowing through my veins
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Flash of blades and gliam of blood around are blind my
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Attacking , kill and screaming all my heite ..........to the wind
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No , mercy I'll have not
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Not until your head will be buried underground
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And I will scream Titos Silla is dead
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And this was his heart
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From now on I'll rule Caledon
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Worms of the Earth
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| Rosae Crucis |
