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Painfully the lust for blood |
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Grows in the hearts of northern men |
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To understand its siren call |
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Is far beyond their mortal kin |
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Plunder and a womans touch |
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Meat and gold and wine |
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Enemies all torn to shreds |
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These visions occupy their minds |
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Between the nightfall, and the shining morn |
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The silence shattered, a sounding horn |
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Dragon boats, faster than a shark |
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Deliver warriors, deliver demons in the dark |
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Sinful demons in the dark... |
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Bloodthirsty demons in the dark... |
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Cautiously, the refugees |
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Seek shelter from their fate |
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With northern warriors searching still |
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Hunting in a frenzied state |
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Darkness gives their leaders hope |
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Shelters them from view |
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But frightened cries betray their lives |
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The slaughter starts anew |
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Burn the village down |
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Cast the dead away |
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Burn the village down |
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Leave the priest to pray |
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Burn the village down |
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Drink the blood of the dead |
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And be initiated into our brotherhood of dread |
