Horde of Worms - Rides The Conqueror Тексты

Rides The Conqueror
Rides, the conqueror
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Rising up, from the depths of within
The molten core, of this black earth
Glorious undead, killing machine
Conqueror of man, evil's son
Whose epitaph is writ in the sands
Riding high, merciless
With bloodied sword, in his left hand
Turning metropolis into necropolis
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Heed the ultimate death cry
Bloodlust, death is thrust
Supremacy
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Skulls and bones pile higher
Mankind, now broken lies
Like dissected litter strewn
Charred corpses, reeking doom
Deceased and mutilated
Charnel planet, hell abounds
Watchful eyes, wind as breath
Hear, see, kill what's left
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Rising up, from the depths of within
The molten core, of this black earth
Glorious undead, killing machine
Conqueror of man, evil's son
Whose epitaph is writ in the sands
Riding high, merciless
With bloodied sword, in his left hand
Turning metropolis into necropolis
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