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Thundering hordes

Darkening storms

Of destruction

Hear the prophets warn

They warn

Prepare to die

Never ask why

Following orders

Even if it’s wrong

It’s right

It’s the storm of the pawns

And it goes on and on

Rise, Rise, Rise up!

Together we will rise

To a brand new day

Everything will burn

Cos we never learn

Never learn to read between the lines

It’s the same, the same

Every time

Hear the battle cry

Rising to the sky

Shining in the sun like gold

Our eyes

Full of lies

Rise, rise, rise up