When the world is nothing but a dream
Where all the enemies are laying dead under my feet
The scarlet treasure rises to me
For it's the blood that feeds my army

My call was answered I faced I'm not dreaming
For I'm now one of them and not the only
To raise the sword against the enemy
And to know their weakness strongly
And on an eternal march we shall rip hundredsof heads of
And on an eternal fight we shall drain hundreds of lives

For the blood feeds my army

The glorious eventg of victory
Marking our murderous blades
Sharp by the bloodthirsty
Of our malevolent shades

The horizon never ends
All the sight are corpses that stands
Slaughter by our bloody hands

My call was answered I faced I'm not dreaming
For I'm now one of them and not the only
To raise the sword against the enemy
And to know their weakness strongly
And on an eternal march we shall rip hundredsof heads of
And on an eternal fight we shall drain hundreds of lives

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