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Out of thin air, appearing in the light.
Rise again with power, dusted off, fury burns bright.
For I am the Warlord, arisen in might,
You should have expected me.
Now I bring obliteration to every foe in sight,
Expel you from your sanctuary.

Me friends, who you've been true to me,
Raise that cup of wine!
These times will again be glorious,
Celestial, divine!

CLAYMORE - Sword of the gods
CLAYMORE - Against all odds
CLAYMORE - To holy steel we pray
CLAYMORE - Every enemy to slay

Put on ye armours, get ready for the battle
Begin the battle choirs, the enemies shall tremble.
Rearrange the lines, foot soldiers to the front
Prepare for the destruction.
Riders to the flanks, begin the wild hunt
In total seduction of death.

Me friends, who you've been true to me,
Raise that cup of wine!
These times will again be glorious,
Celestial, divine!

CLAYMORE - Sword of the gods
CLAYMORE - Against all odds
CLAYMORE - To holy steel we pray
CLAYMORE - Every enemy to slay

Dominus belli,
Imperator ferri,
Magister proelii
Inducite nos ad victoria!

Obey to your Warlord,
Follow me into the might!
Together, united, we are strong,
steel is by our side!

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