A marquee takes a stand
guided by the Emperor's hand
Carried by winds, spirits and voices
Towards the funeral Pire
Death is but a match strike away
Fathom - Bitter war - Lust
Dishonor and distrust
Reaping the Earth of it's keeping
As history unfods, it's repeated I'm told
Indefinitely
Fight for what you believe to be right
Strike with vengeance and spite
Through the trials and tribulations
It all comes down to Fire and Brimstone
Fight for what you believe to be right
Strike with vengeance and spite
Through the trials and tribulations
It all comes down to Fire and Brimstone
From the pit of Advernus to the peak of Octurnus
Warriors spreading the creed
Of a homeland and heartland that rages to be free
Hooves of Hell's horses trample oppressing forces
Beckoned by my call
United we stand and I'll be damned if we call
We couldn't wait as they appeared from the hill
I set my sights on what I believed to be real
The challenge came forth, they wouldn't stand
Mocking my own freedom from my own sins
How could I live? How could I die?
How could they kill my freedom and my pride?
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