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Blood moon rising as the shadows rape the land

Bodies burning, it's the flame that paints the hand

All that ways is forgotten, love was conquered by fear

The return of the warlords are here

Whores of Babylon, scarlet red just like the moon

Piles of bodies on the dark side of the dune

All the roads lead to nowhere when the sun disappears

The return of the warlords are here

Ancient writers stored the scrolls of sacred truth

Burned in fire, historical deja vu

Bone and blood fill the fountains

It's become crystal clear

The return of the warlords are here