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today we birth the god of vengeance

from these wounds these scars that mark and vex us

let none forget our cross of pain

for we reopen wounds so we may always feel

our enemies shall taste our fury

of a million deaths unleashed

friend and foe merged in bloodlust's haze

as we exterminate all those who dared

all shall fall! and all will burn!

assimilate or terminate a marching horde with but one aim

leave the husks of widows and orphans

upon steppes of human ash

we have become death itself a pestilence of killing lust

we became hate to eradicate hate

we devoured them and thus assumed their face