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The ConqueringClear the way through a sea of your foesNo mercy for the young or old Parry, thrust crimson fountains ensues Slaves of death will run you through (Chorus) On our way to victory Displaying force you've got to feel Swing your axe and your sword so true Black Moor is coming after you Battlefield, mount your steed and ride Headless bodies lie by your side War gods laugh and watch as you die Join the fallen, make for the sky (Chorus) Oh, wait for the day, when triumph is ours Victory is granted to us, in bloody red showers Say that you compete with our might Smash through the petty and weak, win every fight Clear the way through a sea of your foes No mercy for the young or old Parry, thrust crimson fountains ensues Slaves of death will run you through (Chorus) |