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No matter where they went
Their convoys were ahead
They used their dark forces
Dooming all men from cradle to grave
No one opposed them
Yet they were enslaved
Old gods they reformed
Abused to their doctrine of pain

Strange Conflict on astral plane
On this depends all mankind's fate

Powers of the dark
Elder petro gods
Doctor Saturday
His sinister ways
Turned this mute girl dead
Into living corpse
As we fall astray
He voodoo prevails

Strange Conflict on astral plane
On this depends all mankind's fate

Serving the axis of evil
In gods eyes, a total deceiver
As night conquers all day
Enter new world again

Ancient blasphemies
Servants of Satan
Million tragedies
On the field waiting
Their New Order
Another name for hell
No one opposed
Yet they were enslaved

We must confront
His bodily form
Kill it through light
Grab it by the horns
We approach
By air and sea
Peninsula of hopes
There we shall meet

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