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There's no time to sit and think about
It's not the time to do the right
The past is shouting me: Revenge
And show me how to breath by wounds

They take what is not theirs
brandishing their blood red sword against the weak
They make the blind to kneel before their flags
where are your gods?

In our hands is the blood of the poisoned hearts
They will pay for this hurm with their lives
In our hearts is the hope of the frozen desire
They will fall by the blade of the silver fire

There's no time to wait another night
It's time to burn all the white flags
Now we will show you what we are
I will burn my soul on field

They take what's mine
They tread on me
But now our swords have burning souls

They make the child to work for them
The crows give us the sign

In our hands is the blood of the poisoned hearts
They will pay for this hurm with their lives
In our hearts is the hope of the frozen desire
They will fall by the blade of the silver fire


In our hands is the blood of the poisoned hearts
They will pay for this hurm with their lives
In our hearts is the hope of the frozen desire
They will fall by the blade of the silver fire x2

In your corpse is wound of the sword and the hate
that you caused in the name of your god
In my eyes is your face full of blood, full of fear
But the fire in my soul now embrace my sword.

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