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Terror, terror comes from above

Vengeance, vengeance He is the lord in war

First born son of hell

The prince of flesh & fire

His eyes so septic decay

A curse felt with pride

Kill with immortal rage

None will survive

Deliver the steel

Through the enemy range

Crush kill destroy

War

Armed to the teeth of hell

With axe & swords to knives

Volatile wage is the battle today

Victims fall and die

Kill with precision and rage

An axe between the eyes

Purified wheels will circle again

Endless war collides