Blood shall flow
From severed necks
Corpses piled high
Hundreds dead
Bodies beaten bloody
Hanging from ropes
Traitors and cowards
Die as they choke
Resurgence of Blot
Kill the enemy
Burn their corpses
Blood for the Gods
Doomed to die
In the scorching flames
Their ashes scattered
A monument to pain
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