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In the darkest night |
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across the northern land |
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into the morning light |
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riders approaching |
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in death or victory |
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destruction is at hand |
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the truth or fantasy |
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the armies are marching |
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Standing face to face |
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in the battlefield |
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this is the gathering of evil |
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Demon master |
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towards hells gate we ride |
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the demon master |
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today there'll be no light |
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the demon master |
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It might be the grave or the path to hell |
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a true king or slave time will tell |
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I will taste the blood from my brother's blade |
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guilty flesh will rot on the final crusade |
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Standing face to face |
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in the battlefield |
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this is the gathering of evil |
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Demon master |
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towards hells gate we ride |
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the demon master |
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today there'll be no light |
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the demon master |
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Come to me my little friend |
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and I'll show what hell is like |
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Come take my hand, come take my hand |
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together we'll ride through the darkest land |
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come take my hand |
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together we'll ride through darkness |
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tonight |
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Demon master |
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towards hells gate we ride |
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the demon master |
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today there'll be no light |
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the demon master |
