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Sacrificial

Peasantry forced to its knees

Domination

Pleasing the eyes of insane

Tyrants quiver

As the horde marches near

Heroes crumble

Under the pressure of fear

We rise to occasion

Forcibly taken away

The gates have now been opened

The swarms of evil swell in...

The drums of war approaching,

There's only one hope left...

Open the wound of the night

Pray to the statue of sin...

Father, your time has come,

Come to the beckoning son,

The sun has now fallen

Come take this city as yours...

"Father, Father, listen to me, I beg you to open your gates..."

Your evil ways have now been seen

Don't try to wash them away

The scars of your sins will remain

Now with your life you shall pay...