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More dead than wounded The sky still burns We won't take prisoners troughout this battle The marching forces Their heads will roll They are prepared to die With swords in their hands And in the south a beast will rise and shine In bloodred fog and with an axe divine Immortal from hell And from the east a scream hails to the sky From warlords on horsebacks Defending their troops The end, a threat about to come The fear all men do carry deep inside Refuge is hope to stay alive Return and wear the scars of war with pride For all the fallen buried at dawn They did not die in vain We'll have our revenge More dead than wounded On bloodsoaked soil War has claimed it's victims Never shall remain Kill to live Heads will roll Skies shall fall Warhorns call