Arise all ye faithful to the sword. From the grave comes the storm Fire and ice, and battle horns. Through the night a dark star burns Titans fight, the King returns. Demon eyes spread fear and pain Throughout the minds of those too sane To realize this is no game, Drinking the lies in Heavens name. Spear of Tiw, forged by Muse Magik mound of Crom. Some they learn, some they burn In the wake of Metalström. From the veils blows the storm. Lightning strikes from the sword. Warriors ride upon the wind. All Hallows Night, the hunt begins. Lord of Flies doth spread the plague Throughout the lives of those to blame. For all the lies in Heavens name The Lords of Light shall rise again. Holy Grail, Silver sails, Court of Avalon. Some they learn, some they burn In the wake of Metalström.
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