| The battle had barely begun before bodies, like mountains, piled up toward the
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| sun
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| Blood flows like a flood, crimson mud washes over the land where civilization
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| once stood
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| All the while, the war rages on
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| The weak fall quickly to the mighty and strong
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| And they wail as they fail to withstand the cataclysmic defeat that has been
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| brought upon
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| Fantasized genocide
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| Imperial subdivide
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| Humanoid pesticide
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| Indiscriminate fratricide
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| A war of filth and harrowed souls
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| With none left living once the battle unfolds
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| The trees only allow a peak of light
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| A glimmer of hope
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| «Rip them limb from limb from limb
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| Burn their bodies and char the skin
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| Crush their bones into dust and feed the wind
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| Eat their hearts with a threatening grin»
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| All the while, the war rages on
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| Many have died and now all hope has gone
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| The wounded cry and try to escape the never ending slaughter that has just begun
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| As the warriors erase the fiends unclean
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| The King sits in his dwindling throne
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| His mind is filled with only loathing and woe
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| And with open eyes, he’s paralyzed
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| His gaze fixed upon the legions of heretics
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| Demoralized, rivers of atrocities, miles of monstrosities
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| A grim stream of desolation and misery
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| May the hopeless sing through their journey to the damned
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| And deep underneath the flourishing life lies death
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| The roots entwined in the rotting, the warriors of primal supremacy
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| Prostitutes of war decaying in the dirt for all eternity
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| Feeding the pines, the valley of swine slaughtered for their faith
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| The horns sound once more in the deep
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| Drums in the deep
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| «Hell upon Hell, death beyond reach
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| All howling voids and torment beneath
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| Swallow me, please, and let me sleep
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| Though I know the dark is swarming with teeth» |