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We're settled off the shores again, Settled off to kill, apply terror On those domestic strangers Regions exist for legions Legions exist for doom! Place the c... - Our Hate Flows Like Wind
We're ready for a long journey, That will lead us to our death Cowards stay with the olds We all wait for the bell to toll Our hearts feel no fear, Our wifes s... - Pray For A Swift Death
Shackles of pain and torment: Insturments to rip the flesh To bend and shatter the bones, Crimson fluids are drawn Spat on false gods and their dogs The holy m...
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