Gored eyes, we cannot see
Torn pieces of flesh and skin
Lack of strength in one last breath
Too weak to feel this freezing wind
The rage burns
Our strained hands
Our clenched fists
They claim revenge
It’s getting harder, our wounds are sore
But the flames are burning, our march is on
Lords of the dark, Who envenomed our souls
We are the damned, be ready for the war
The rage burns
Our strained hands
Our clenched fists
They claim revenge
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