| Everlasting bloodshed
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| Between the clan and the intruders
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| My daggers, dubbed in the vital fluids of our rivals
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| Unquenchable hate
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| Like rabid vultures we’ll rupture their defenses
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| This valley, our home, has always belonged to us
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| My hope was enlivened by the mere vision of you
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| Your diabolic appearance and flaming shoulder guards
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| By the animus glow of your eyes, we assaulted the bunker
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| And assassinated everything alive
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| Since that fateful day
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| Our blades and minds have been in unison
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| We put the kill, the kill, in skill
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| I always thought that life it belonged
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| To those who are alive
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| But you proved me wrong
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| As we mapped out hell together
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| We are the heralds of death
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| In blood drenched leather
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| Aside from this humanoid form
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| Little humanity resided in this undead being
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| We are the spearheads of our kind
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| The hordes of war are ours to command
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| All of our foes will be drowned
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| In a lake of frozen tears
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| And their blood will paint the snow
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| For all coming years
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| I always thought that life it belonged
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| To those who are alive
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| But you proved me wrong
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| As we mapped out hell together
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| We are the heralds of death
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| In blood drenched leather
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| It’s slaughtering time
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| We will sharpen their fear
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| It’s slaughtering time
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| And we will never admit defeat
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| So, am I sowing seeds of darkness in your mind
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| Or am I just watering what’s already there?
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| (What's already there) |