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Disciples of hell, brought fire and steel
Burning your village, brought to your knees
A swing of the axe, barbaric lust
Riders of the doom, are on the attack

Bloodthirsty animals, they feel no remorse
Spitting hellfire, catastrophic cause
Their fiercesome warcries, are heard miles away
Riders from hell, they march on their way

Blinded by death, twisted by hate
Animal instinct drives them insane
A fatal blow, you're coughing blood
There's no escape once you're stroked by the axe

You curse them all, desperate you scream
They grind down your people, on their black steeds
You look at the sky, you'll meet them in hell
And once they are there, you'll have your revenge

And now as you walk through the gates of hell
your nightmare comes true
'Cause you have to face them
them who have born for destruction

Born for...Born for...Born for...
Born for destruction!

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