Crush the lines of armed men
Cast the spell, the hellish flame
Beasts ascended for each one they kill
Starve them to death, break their will
Side by side we stand as we can
The legion of beats seem to have no end
The red steam of madness fill our lungs with dispair
Faith on the blades is what differs me from the dead
Their faces are worried and tired to fight
Falling on knees, they are waiting to die
Resilience is tested in this battle so gore
They should never came face with the storm
Side by side we stand as we can
The legion of beats seem to have no end
The red steam of madness fill our lungs with dispair
Faith on the blades is what differs me from the dead

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