Let Thy sword fall upon the necks of the feeble and the foolish
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Raise thy fist in glory, smash the crosses to thousand little pieces
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Give your commands unto the firestorms, may the flames caress the sky
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Lead the whirlwinds towards the masses and as harvested they shall fall
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Agony and fear arise in black shapes, both are here to torment the weak
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Listen how they cry for their "god" that never existed the way they thought
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He is not a saviour nor is he a king, never was and never shall be
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Only a coward without any reason to be a ruler
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This world shall be given to those who roam the paths of the dark Unseen
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This world shall be reborn to greet its true owners
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This world shall be laid in the shade of lightless day, dawnless morning
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Just give us Thy sword, it'll be our scythe
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Just give us Thy sign, and we will be the Damnation
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All the honour is Yours
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I feel Thy unclean powers run through me
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A river of blood, all shed with our hands
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Faithfully we follow Thy commands
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Of a Stormgrey Vision
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Alghazanth |