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Our time is upon us. |
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Master! Appear! |
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Over the nocturnal sky from the mountains of black we ride. |
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Fly! All thy servants fly though the serpent's darkened sky. |
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Hears the opponent cry, ravaged by his terror. |
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Master! We ride with the storm in his name, the sire, wolves' king. |
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Enter the power coursing through veins of the night. |
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Who gathers winds, summons thunder, summons rain, summons might? |
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Power ripples through me. |
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Armageddon's thunder will bring others to my side. |
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The throne is mine. |
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A blackened storm of evil. |
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Evil. Evil. |
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Evil. Master! |
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We ride with the storm to take revenge in the sky upon the one who cast thee from his side. |
