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Thunder! Cracks the sky above

our mighty steeds lead the charge

To the turn the tides with blood.

Evil! Devastate and slay!

Incarnation of nightmares, the weak we shall enslave!

We ride!

withs swords held high

we die in battle

the ancient warriors pain

with morning stars we reign

Bloodshed, as the helmet cracks

the ether of the soul leaking slowly from the skull.

Chaos! The beast is now upon

No man shall be spared from the chain of malice spawn.

The ancient spirits

ascend to rule the throne

from black and smoke

leading armies of flesh and bone

War!