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Fire - Surrounds us

Rituals - Mark their path

Mutilated corpses all amassed into piles

Rotten skins are burning, sky is filled with ash

Our days may be numbered, but we’ll make them last

Crop field death squad, rise

Fighting to demise

Crop field death squad, rise

Fighting to demise

Fire - Devours us

Rising Death – Imminent bane

Haunting black eyes, they penetrate

A form stands tall, above the rest

Burning hatred, our foe draws breath

Crop field death squad, rise

Fighting to demise

Crop field death squad, rise

Fighting to demise

I'll fight to end this now

Monolith approaches fast

I'll stand my ground - for the greater cause

Defilers - around us

Finally – The trial begins

I fill with rage and find myself

My inner wrath increases

Eye to eye, our melee begins

Crop field death squad, rise

Fighting to demise

Crop field death squad, rise

Fighting to demise

I fought without the pain of brothers fallen to its’ reign

I bled but shed no doubt that pushing our cause would crush them all

I fought without the pain of brothers fallen to its’ reign

I bled but shed no doubt that pushing our cause would crush them all