Sad was the fate of the villagers
The savage force
eat their culture
The roof's on fire
Accumulated
bodies pilles
The roof's on fire
Each month rangers fall
eating the whites
Avengers eating raw flesh
Ruinland, land of the ruins
No mercy, no hope
At all
The Wild wind leave the victims bleeding
Where the dead stand and the living fall
The captain take his way to the south
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