The tangled web is slowly woven by feeble leaders mankind's chosen
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To satisfy their evil dreams the churning gears of war machines
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With iron will they tread across this burning speck of worthless dust
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Their metal standards now unfurled they purge the humans from their world
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Children of misery centuries long who walked with kings now walk alone
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They lie in fear a million deep like cringing herds of human sheep
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Blood And Iron
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Cirith Ungol |