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Out of the winter they brought forth my horse

To guide me through shadows to lead me on my course

The sound of the thunder predicts the coming attack

the steam from the nostrils and vengeance arise back to back

A whirlwind of hatred unleashed down from the void.

A song for the woeful – praise the steel and destroy.

War will rage when we ride. War will rage and you’ll die

Out of the winter they saw me arise

to vindicate and devastate their lives

and with great fury we’ll storm into the attack

the steam from the nostrils and vengeance arise back to back

A whirlwind of hatred unleashed down from the void.

Sing for the woeful – praise the steel and destroy

War will rage when we ride. War will rage and you’ll die