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Winds of death approaches, as the cries of war echoes

The ground breaks beneath us, and rivers of blood flows

But the battle still calls us, to fight through the night

Holy light sets us afire, filling us up with might!

To arms, my brothers, for this holy war!

Against the flames of evil, we´ll keep fighting on!

Demons marches to our doorsteps, breaking us apart

But we won´t back down, against their troops of dark!

Last line of defense, we cannot hold long!

If they get through, our power will be gone.

So take the source, our holy light and hide it down below

To the realm of the men, it will be hidden now!