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A new day on the battlefield, curse the setting sun.
Soon now your time will come, there can only be one.
Taking orders from another man, your swords he says to sheath
For your cowardice you will die, feel my weapons teeth.
On the fields we fly
Hear our battle-cry
On your bodies hounds will feast
Fill your hearts with defeat
Now, the rest of you shall die,
Your sons begin to cry.
Pointless screams, a work of art
Our merciless sons will tear you apart.
Now, your bodies interred below
No markers left to show
the world of your disgrace
We took you in our Cold Embrace.
Onto the next settlement, time to have a feast.
Your screams will echo the last, my sweet release.
There's no point in running now, you will meet your fate
The time has come for you to feel our unending hate.