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Atop the ill the old ones take their stand

The untamed winds steadying their hand

Visions passed the wanderer's eye in the search for truth

Damnation's prey - torn up from the roots

Tyrant's call

The axe is raised to fall

And cleave you into

Drink from its blade

The toll never paid

'Til all life's withdrew

Creeping in the distance - it lurkers on the shore

They want your blood, so give them war

Falling to your knees you cry, they've raped and killed your clan

Violent breed of savage, no origin to man

They're drinking your blood

Mixed with the nudities

An orgy in the sands

No Christian god

Violence is their law

And it rules across the land