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: Annihilation awakened, disease unpacked Forwarned a thousand times, of your feeble future gaping black Hellbent for blood of the innocent, souls we
: Handed down through the ages, Amidst a history of everflowing war. A story of steel that guards all strength within the riddle, Ignores, demands to
: Revolting, unleash the hounds of hell. Fall before your pre-made doom, the rebellion cease to quell. All ends loom, all destinys carry cracks. Heroic
: Beyond the sun, where nigh prevails. The pitch of blackness has won! The cold forever, freezes starscapes unsuspecting. Perhaps correcting, the faults
: Forever pacing, the walls within our heads. Tempted by our dreams invoked from fear of death! The clouded sources of all passions fade to grey. Concealed
: Arise in black, suprise attack! Forgo the ritual of the dark taking back! Their rightfull throne, return to home Forever, left in debt be the legions
: Quae mala venientia metuuntur eadem afficiunt aegritudine instantia
: La luna maledico il tempo e quando son partito proprio stato benservito e adesso urlo il mio furore incrocio i Tir ma non li vedo ho i fari alti e
furor Venio infelix tenebricus aethers Et in terrae esse formae procella quem Extintio e destruye vitia. Nihi quid cum materiae ni corpus, Pervenire furor
The moon lets proudly glisten the warpaint and spikes the knights they stand over there watching in the dark are fearless while they think That could
Arise in black, suprise attack! Forgo the ritual of the dark taking back! Their rightfull throne, return to home Forever, left in debt be the legions
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As mercy'sreign lays withered, magestic gloats unsung Before the throttled kingdom, revel in our conquest won Fate unreal until revealed, outpour shock
A call to war upholds us, uncoiled forces roam. Throughout before hell feeds us, our colours shone! Shone! Shone! Unlasting cries of reason, avenge our
Beyond the sun, where nigh prevails. The pitch of blackness has won! The cold forever, freezes starscapes unsuspecting. Perhaps correcting, the faults
Forever pacing, the walls within our heads. Tempted by our dreams invoked from fear of death! The clouded sources of all passions fade to grey. Concealed
Handed down through the ages, Amidst a history of everflowing war. A story of steel that guards all strength within the riddle, Ignores, demands to