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From the North the ships begin to sail

Swords are drawn and sharp, we can not fail

The books we seek they have no name

Now bring them here to bathe in flames

With every tomb we search and burn

Hammers strike now take your turn

With ancients blades they'll meet their fate

Destroy these words and make them pay

Ancient text, no surprise

Penned by man, the ink has dried

Take the pain and you pray for rain

Burn the priests and gather the scribes

Your god you'll find him buried alive

A thousand yearts to clear the mind

The underworld has all but died

Now drag the earth and become what's mine

From the hills a dust beginds to rise

Ghost shriek and horseman start to ride

Scour rooms for words of faith

No healings done no time to wait

In the sky a darkness starts to form

Spirits rise from in the evil storm

So very few who stand and fight

Face them on earth to destroy the light

Ancient text, no surprise

Penned by man, the ink has dried

Take the pain and you pray for rain

Burn the priests and gather the scribes

Your god you'll find him buried alive

A thousand yearts to clear the mind

The underworld has all but died

Now drag the earth and become what's mine

This open void inside me

This open void inside has got me thinking

Strike down these wretched beings

Protecting tombs of fire

Let them burn again

This open wound inside me

This open wound inside has got me thinking

Strike down these wretched beings

Protecting tombs of fire

Let them burn again

The end becoming a mind game

To search and cover a wide range

Now cut them down one by one

Let them burn again!