The mountains below we reached by our will The flames of our swords are burning still Tempted by the night to spread hate and fear Were the revenge the blackest, Their souls is our prey Storms of evil, thunder and might Their moons in our eyes, a guiding sight Were in the march of profanity The darkest breed, again well rise Forth against the flocks of the weak Well approach a land forlorn Our hordes arrived Oh hordes of white Watch us take your lives As false youll fall, falseness disappear The Land where eyes are blind we have found Battle sign under the shape of mine Darkest souls now set free We rose again, damnations reign Watch me absorb your thoughts See me ruin your halls of light Weltering in your sadness for infinity Were the march of profanity Your tragedy, falmes will rise Forth against the flocks of the weak No return, A land forlorn
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