Art of War

He sits on his throne, thoughts unknown
His hatred burning inside
The vision he sees war, famine, disease
Don't close your eyes, fear the crimson tide

With a sword in hand
They march across the land
Bringing death to those who defy
Resist our will, and die!

Now saddle your blacksteeds and ride!
On through the pale moon light they fly
Through the gloom, the militia follows behind
(To Conquer) the world through the blackend sky

With a sword in hand
They march across the land
Bringing death to those who defy
Resist our will, and die!

On to the next town, the horsemen ride
Battle raging, death and wrath their bride
Dig the graves and dig them deep
There's no escape, you will suffer defeat

With a sword in hand
They march across the land
Bringing death to those who defy
Resist our will, and die!


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