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For this land I behold

Vengeance will be mine

A testament of time

Stained with a bloody rhyme

To obtain true warrior's blood

I must avenge thy father's death

As I ride the winds

Through this ancient night

I embrace the darkness

Under the moonlit sky

Standing upon mountains of flesh

Your calvary has lost

Fires engulf the horizon

Imminent doom is near

Bones and blood are scattered about

I state my claim

I curse your life

Without thy grace

You fall before me...

Fortune is achieved and vengeance is mine

No longer shall we be enslaved

And yet in the end freedom is death

For thy land I will spill the blood

For thy people I stand proud

And in the end the blood will flow

Through the hills and valleys of my soul

I curse your life

Without thy grace

You fall before me