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We, dark in light!

Our steps are not upon thy paths

These dark steps are pure and cold

We are moving grave!

These souls who thirst for blood

As we left certain left path as our oath

With head high, heavy hordes

One highway to hell, we ride

These hearts who sunk in nothing

Of sacred void of a link

Eyes watchful, ears forward

One highway, never look back, we ride!

Oaths made in pain!

No turning back!

'Twas a pleasing fear

Like a wild beast, We're content to go!

Our vessel, bounding higher into the monstrous world

To reach a land unknown

And we shall strike all who behold

Alas! What horrid visions haunt us!

As we gaze upon the hordes!

Ride! Ride to meet our fate!

Death! Death is the key and sets all free