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Judgement day.
We Godless men die a thousand deaths
like moths to a flame we are happily drawn to fate
We Godless men have no faith and little regret
flesh and bone ground into dust, destiny merely waits
with legions of the damned I warred and wrote my name in blood
usurped the powerful, ripped and tore the weak asunder
forced the sweet flowers into the bloody stream and buried them in the mud
for a handful of gold stories were told how we came with lightening and thunder
Stone and iron and fine forged steel, we crushed the life from this land
To raise a pyramid of bones and flesh, rotting in the morning light.
The demons ride on leathery wings and mere mortals will never understand.
our souls are gone but the battle rages on, feel hells power and might.
No angels, no savior, no holy deliverance from the horde that swallow your body whole
from the bowels of hell we burst like a wound full of filth and decay.
A mighty army of Godless beasts we have no need for a heart or soul
we await the armies from Heavens gate, we will be victorious on judgement day.
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