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Raze the fortress to the ground
Its walls can stand no more
When the head is amputated
The body soon dies
He stood before me
Death was in the air
He knew he couldn't win
He knew he was to die
No one shall touch his body
Or you will suffer my wrath
He died with pride on the field
Bestow him the utmost honor
Thus he died...
The toll of the iron in his ears
Our embroidered standard as a shroud
Slowly fills the heaven
Don't ravage his corpse
He died as he would
To the victor the spoil
To the vanquished the relief
No one shall touch his body
Or you will suffer my wrath
He died with pride on the field
Bestow him the utmost honor
Glory to my enemy
Glory to the dead
Our rampage keep going
Glory to the dead
Glory to my enemy
Glory to the dead
His dream has died