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So much attrition

reign from the kingdoms throne

Legions of the poor

turn back to carbon and bone

Blood of angels

the sicken disease

left to rot in your unmarked tomb of misery

Raised by wolves with the eagles eye

Never surrender, we cannot die!

Born and raised from he grave of desolation

Ride alone into the silence of death

…To be exhumed

a vessel for its heart

from dust and decay

Chosen once, descendant of demons

the evil spirits have chosen their god

standing mighty, with the strength to conquer

the time is neigh for judgement day

Battles rage on and on for aeons to come

Demons rise from the dead, an end is not for some

Blood of angels

the sickening disease

left to rot in your unmarked grave of misery

Raised by wolves with the eagles eye

Never surrender, Its time to die!

Born and raised from he grave of desolation

Die alone, your frivolous death