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Line up the troops, the battle begins

Raise the flags, let them wave in the air

Fight to win no matter what it costs

No war is won if you're fighting fair

A powered fortress of blackened steel

A castle of gods that never reveal

The one who is going its walls to possess

The tester will be of all pleasures on earth

Master of all nations existing he'll be

Eternal king of all men, lord of all land

Lifetime Gwendolin's shire he'll be

The lady that all men about daydream

A divine body meant to be worshipped by gods

That to it's altar they'd sacrifice their wills in the name of lust

Rolling heads, cut off legs, torn apart hands and body rags

Gutted men dead all around spread is the scene of the land

A river of blood floating underneath the legs of those

Who still are fighting the trophy to win for their kings

Baltaar the fearless, the leader of Jan

Urmulck the warrior, the servant of Vaal

Lifetime king to the tribe of Gitwaan

Each one hoping to be Gwendolin's man

The highest tower devoted to Thal

Gwendolin's chamber her stairway to the stars

Heaven awaits with wide open clouds

As she's headed to it followed by the angels of Khaan

Her image as seen on earth will remain

A dream to the men too good but still so far

So far, so far, so far...