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Feather your name, turning the page to the chapter of king Hades hounds

Gearing the souls, killing their colors and stenciling pawns for the crown

Stand your line, fight or die

No trail for the old, so lifeless and cold,

One more prayer, hail your fire

Straight into foreign lands

	Murder for the gods and glory

	No questions allowed, a warriors promise to

	Murder for the king and country

	Hell on earth, the fire that never ends

Granting a life, of endless prosperity waiting beyond our eyes

The savior forgives, as orphans and widows keep searching the bloody remains

Stand your line, fight or die

No place for the old, so lifeless and cold,

One more prayer, hail your fire

Straight into foreign lands

	Murder for the gods and glory

	No questions allowed, a warriors promise to

	Murder for the king and country

	Hell on earth, the fire that never ends

Death or glory, march on

Warmachines born to die

Death or glory, march on

Dissilussioned by the devils vow

Enter the sky, gone is the dirt in your eyes and the splinters of bones,

Dreams of a fool, fallen in ruins you wake up in drool of the crows

Hopeless cries, left to die

No place for the old, so lifeless and cold,

No way back, one last rite

Gone in these foreign lands

	Murder for the gods and glory

	No questions allowed, a warriors promise to

	Murder for the king and country

	Hell on earth, the fire that never ends