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Bring forth the traitors and hang them all high
With wide-open eyes they witness their life
Fading! Into nothingness
The blackest of voids awaits them at the end

Let them all see! (Truly horrific)
Let them all bleed! (Thrust a knife to their spleens)
Let them all burn (Scattered ashes to the wind)
Their corpses a feast on which the vultures do feed

How cruel a world, how cruel a man
Your curses fall upon deaf ears my friends
Behold your women, mothers and young
Raped in shackles by their own sons

Rumors
Of my cruelty
Will soar
Through the lands
All Glory
To The Victor

When the fog settles down in the abyss
It graces the men with a solemn last kiss
Their bodies to rest in open display
Each man is marred by the knife and the blade

How cruel a world, how cruel a man
Your curses fall upon deaf ears my friends
How repugnant the smell, how horrid the sight
Of a village deserted and stricken of life

Rumors
Of my cruelty
Will soar
Through the lands
All Glory
To The Victor

No mere mortal
Can describe
The darkness
That lays behind
The gates of hell hath opened
The wails
Of broken men
Fills the air
Sickening with every breath
The dragon will feed again
Again

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