Our HandsPull your blade, make the decision. End it now, his fate has arisen.Our Hands
Take the sword, warm blood on cold steel. Feel the rush, the power of a kill.
[chorus] And the day shall come, when we will rise to power. And we'll rise from, the shadows at that hour. Our armies will grow, and we will take all lands. All opposition will know, to flee or meet their fate AT OUR HANDS!
Arrows fly, cold black death with them. Axes fall, severing tired limbs.
Ground turns red, the enemies decrease.
One to FallThe soldier treads the battleground, his allies all been killed. Not a trace of hope is found, in this land where blood's been spilled.One to Fall
He doesn't know his fate's at hand, he has no clue at all. On this bloody forsaken land, by his allies he soon will fall.
From out of no where the shot rings out, he knows now he will die. As he lies he wonders what this war is all about, he now lies wondering why.
A single tear runs down his face, as he thinks of songs and hymns. His last thoughts are of his family and home place, his life has now l
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Myrinda votes you re-do this now that you are free of teh immature bitch.
40 weeks, lolz.
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