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They came to the land, to kill at command

They ride through the dark of the night

Metal warrior stands over victims whose hands

Grab for their last chance of life

Bright shields, sharp swords, march forward for their Lord

Set the bow, rulers come, meet your maker

Battle cries, silent screams, submerge the Devil in evil dreams

Feel the blade, rulers come, meet your maker

I live for the kill, I do it at will

Let the weak ride back to the lair

Now they will kneel to leather and steel

Gasp for the last breath of air

Blood runs, heads roll, enemy fear, take the soul

Set the bow, rulers come, meet your maker

Lash out, strike first, blood of the dead quench my thirst

Feel the pain, rulers come, meet your maker

A gilded warrior wonders why his fear becomes new life on high

Looking down, the dead won't tell why his soul existence lives on in Hell

Long live the spirit in a life that knows no end

Many pass before him, many in the wind, oh