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Bull rush the battlefield

Light is our enemy

On our way to defeat

Sense and integrity

Charge!

Blind and deaf, dumb and mute

Logic and truth we refute

All kneel down and venerate

Decadence our deity

Hell-bent, torn down we charge

Ragged, run-down, pestilent

Mob rules the path to the end

All saints go down in flames

As we rule our destiny

Hell-bent, torn down we charge

Through the dirt to the dark

Hell-bent, torn down we charge

Through the dirt to the dark

Out of breath yet unbent

Forever to the sunset

Hell-bent, torn down we charge

Through the dirt to the dark

Ill-fated desperate

On to our destiny