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From the land of Nazareth it came
The prophecy of malediction
Harbouring the knights of shame
Mercenaries of celestial fiction

The sword to Carthage doors
The heathen dawn breaks through
With the cost of a thousand child

Tanit Demands Her Due

Her followers to abandon
The defense of sword and bow
To build their graves abundant

Tanit Demands Her Due
(Solo)
They rode on headless horses
That led our species doom
From northen highlands and west sharp
On a march that Yields and Looms

The sword to Carthage doors
The heathen dawn breaks through
With the cost of a thousand child

Tanit Demands Her Due

Her followers to abandon
The defense of sword and bow
To build their graves abundant

Tanit Demands Her Due

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