Rise from yur grave
ancient spirits of darkness
I command thee in the name
The land of the holy is ours to desecrate
Blood be spilled as we seal their fate
Rise...Awaken
Warlords of the undead
Blackened hearts filled with hatred
Battles rage across the wastelands
Tonight we shall ride
The morning Star in its unholiness,
shines so bright, so beautiful
Rape this land, Spread thy seeds of hatred
Blasphemy be thy name
Beneath the crimson sky
shadows fall on the realm of the dead
The flames that burn so high...
mark our empire
On a pale horse I ride
storming on into the night
Maliciously we fight
until the end of man, until the end of all life
A dark paradise, claiming the prophets of time
The shadow before the light
Unpon the throne sits the angel of pride
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