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Morning Star
04:28
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Thunder! Cracks the sky above
our mighty steeds lead the charge
To the turn the tides with blood.
Evil! Devastate and slay!
Incarnation of nightmares, the weak we shall enslave!
We ride!
withs swords held high
we die in battle
the ancient warriors pain
with morning stars we reign
Bloodshed, as the helmet cracks
the ether of the soul leaking slowly from the skull.
Chaos! The beast is now upon
No man shall be spared from the chain of malice spawn.
The ancient spirits
ascend to rule the throne
from black and smoke
leading armies of flesh and bone
War!
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Night Stalker
05:01
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Go! into black take no prisoner alive!
we fallow one command
the infidels must die
swiftly, take your trophy now
time is not our friend
with stealth and blade; the armed brigade
our prey meets a proper end.
We are the night
Stalking silently we are the war
a silent end to devastation
onward!
Night stalker
The key to flesh we behold
A curved blade hold deaths untold
now without your puny mortal soul
in the nightshade of black, death now unfolds
running from the fear can’t save you from your fate
the blade will be the angel and lead you through the pearly gate
from once a light, flesh containing soul
startled by my grip as my metal makes you skin its home
moments later bleeding out as gurkha squads advance
arm your selves, your going down, nothing stands a chance
We are the night
Stalking silently we are the war
a silent end to devastation
onward!
Night stalker
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Heroes Demise
04:44
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The Quell begins,
Culling of the good.
Evil leaching from the strength-
of the pure of heart!
Resist, the urge to fight
as darkness swallows light
Your blood thickens
as your bones erode to nothing.
The blade my weapon,
The instrument of death
with slight of hand and cunning speed
releaving man of breath
quenching my thirst for war
killing man and fellow whore
striking with intent
our bane shall not relent!
Heroes, Watching as fellow men decay… to nothing!
Heroes, Rotten flesh rises from the grave to their demise!
So let them rot…
Traitors earn the feast for wolves, left to decompose: the path they chose.
So let them rot…
A rat deserves the iron praise.
A pound of gold for a pound of flesh-carving with my blade!
So let them rot…
Traitors earn the feast for wolves, left to decompose: the path they chose
- To a shallow grave for heroes!
This marks the end of his bane
gargling teeth and blood,
writhing in pain
As life leaves his shell,
the corpse emits decay
Slain upon his land
his spirit rides again
Heroes, Watching as fellow men decay… to nothing!
Heroes, Rotten flesh rises from the grave...
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Grave of Desolation
06:40
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So much attrition
reign from the kingdoms throne
Legions of the poor
turn back to carbon and bone
Blood of angels
the sicken disease
left to rot in your unmarked tomb of misery
Raised by wolves with the eagles eye
Never surrender, we cannot die!
Born and raised from he grave of desolation
Ride alone into the silence of death
…To be exhumed
a vessel for its heart
from dust and decay
Chosen once, descendant of demons
the evil spirits have chosen their god
standing mighty, with the strength to conquer
the time is neigh for judgement day
Battles rage on and on for aeons to come
Demons rise from the dead, an end is not for some
Blood of angels
the sickening disease
left to rot in your unmarked grave of misery
Raised by wolves with the eagles eye
Never surrender, Its time to die!
Born and raised from he grave of desolation
Die alone, your frivolous death
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