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The reek of black echo from Christ's eyes |
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Stabbed in spite by a thousand knives |
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To murder not only this world |
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But also \"god\" and to crush his cenotaphs |
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In times of strife |
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A fire burns |
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Warmaster returns |
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Those who awaited in dread and revulsion |
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For the sombre tyrant's return |
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And to once again hail the cloven hoof |
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In forbidden spirit with the courage of kings |
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In times of strife |
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A fire burns |
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Warmaster returns |
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When the kingdoms of men fall in mayhem |
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The ones who live for strife will survive |
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There will be no equality, no exemption |
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The violent inversion of the inefficient earth |
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When the fortresses of choice have decayed |
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Blood convokes those with the will to fight |
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And those who strove to embrace the world in vein |
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Shall claim their distinction when burned at the pyre |
