Sentence was closed, it was central divide
Nothing to destroy this land that we thrive
Follow a path home but not on our own soil
Ain't doomed, detached from this mortal coil
Religious conversion is a demand
Deacons and bishops will die by my hand
The liar defeated forever should be
And will not be stripped by identical thieves
I thought it's a dead game, I thought it's a threat
A suite of powers renew in my hand
Come with beheadings and cut off with knife
I've come to lead omen ahead of the tide
Bring the war to us all
Reek fear of man
I ride for legion
Under command
No room for cowards
Fight where you stand
(Guitar solo)
The fur race up all his emissaries
Do a dispose to the racial degree
We fit the remnant, we don't realize
We did not tolerate to lead us to arms
There is a pagan I have to destroy
The answer's wicked and losses are great
Commit the purge and the fire await

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