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Tear down the flood gate walls.

Awaken the spirits of dead ancient kings, where the bodies are shaking below.

Over and Over they roll in a grave, up from the ground a curse has been made,

Appear now.

Up from your resting place.

Shot through the heart with a poison tipped arrow,

The god of the heroes has bled out his sorrow.

It's coming up from the ground.

In waves, can you face this chaos army?

To tip the balance of power bring it back around.

Up from your resting place.

A black figured hatred has tainted the crown,

The new order justice has damned all the faithful.

It's coming up through the ground.

In waves, can you face this chaos army?

To tip the balance of power bring it back around.

When the dust blots out the sun, the killing age of man has won.

The blood spilled over sacred ground, of entrails from the gods that fell.

Breathing New Life into heretics

When it rains, when it pours, when their draining the flood.

When it rains, when it pours, when their draining the flood.

Open, Wide,

Drink from the fountain of blood, you drink from the fountain and resurrect your faith.

What from your resting place.

A false blessed existence is not one to prosper, fallen from heaven the race is to falter

Open, Wide,

Drink from the fountain of blood, you drink from the fountain and resurrect your faith.

Open, Wide,

Drink from the fountain of blood, you drink from the fountain and resurrect your faith.