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Feel like were born on the battlefield

time to rest hasn't come yet

The enemy is still the same...

From generations to generations

The weapon your holding

had killed thousands of them

and still hungry for more

The war has not begun

the weapon your holding

Belongs to your father longtime ago

The enemy will crawl

the strongest walls will fall

feel like past lives of war

just coming as experience

in these chaotic veins of yours

swords of the fathers. crawl for me

The most sharpen of blades

the most willing to do (...your temptations)

A long series of proud warriors

That's where your coming from

...and some powers... mystical

Stuffed in your hands

The red in your eyes isn't irritation

This is a great day for fight

A family of warman

Under the sign of the black sky

Crawl for me