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In these end of days I call upon our brothers

Engrave these names in stone for the liquid metal

The blood of the fallen raining to remember

Over us pure and truthful to resurrect the years of pain

Slave to a label we torture the master

Bury yourself in dishonor or pump the veins of iron!

Whoa oh ohh

Red Rain upon you.

The earth has shaken the clouds have reformed

In the last of hours forge the weapons of power

We take what is given it was bound to happen

Slave to a label we torture the master

Bury yourself in dishonor or pump the veins of iron

Whoa oh ohh

Red Rain upon you.

Last of a dying breed to carry on tradition

A soul is to die for the veins of iron!

Whoa oh ohh

Red Rain upon you.