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Blast millions of bombs to reach full growth

Sing high let me though the fields of ceremony

We fell obligate born to lead

Boiling blood in the veins make raise our strong arms up high

Storm closed the ranks

Lock out morbid shit!

We kill off firmly, dazzled by the rapture of pride

The raking devastation

In the stormlord pure dominion

Death warrant force

With no remorse spits out the fire of hatred cleansing grip

We are supermen born to win

Our slavery is broken by the roman eruption for the new world

Rise from the dead

Crowned days of daze

Deluge the losers 'cause they're shrouded in docility

The raking devastation

In the stormlord pure dominion