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I see the dark seed in boiling blood
Bringing us times of pure chaos
Growing the worm under my nails

Marching trees will carry to men all doom
All halls and castles will crack and burn
Spoils of war will leave not much to learn
But the grace of the abiding moon

Gather the axes and join the horde
With rage and fury we spread chaos

After the human great war
Shall remain the only tribes
And the demons we work for
Shall honor us for all our crimes

Then raise your arms with strength and rage
War songs will sing the cursed rhymes
Of scars so old from these scattered times
For long trapped in this rotten cage

Gather the axes and join the horde
With rage and fury we spread chaos

I see the dark seed in boiling blood
Bringing us times of pure chaos...

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