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Black smoke horizon

Missiles hiss through the air

Shrieks of anguish and last words

Swallowed by the din of steel

Fear in the hands that hold trembling blades

Under palid moonlight

All fates have been sealed

At the heels of the enemy

turntails in flight

Astride hellish steeds

Dark riders ride

Law of the land

Lay down the hand

Black smoke horizon

Red streams run deep

Mighty swing of the blade

Mortal souls to reap

Law of the land

Lay down the hand

Silken civilizations

Torn down to salt and sand