But vain, it?s in vain ?Cause they don't need it They're steady, steady breathers Who won't lift a finger for the gasping weaker So just hoard your hollow
And where's my prize? This little prize, it is a clear prize Jason: I'm watching as the arms lay down And measuring your prize And hoarding it
fire, powerful demon of death Many attempted to bring the dragon down Widows their wives soon became Collecting its treasure from across the land Protecting my hoard
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ve earned it but vain, its in vain cause they don't need it they're steady breathers who won't lift a finger for the gasping weaker you just hoard your
vain, it's in vain, 'Cause they don't need it. They're steady, steady breathers, Who won't lift a finger for the gasping weaker. You just hoard your
of fire, powerful demon of death Many attempted to bring the dragon down Widows their wives soon became Collecting its treasure from across the land Protecting my hoard
Gathering the horde on a mountain side Awaiting the mourning bestial sunrise Diabolic winds of hate breathe In the chasm of the realms In clouds above
gathered are they, the wolves from the north and the tribes of the underworld hordes heathen men from pagan wastelands joined with them have they the
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Ravenous hordes ride the sorrowful dawn Purge through pillage inferno unleashed Blasting steel barbarian spawn Riding to avenge out of the hills Storms
Scent of (the) Flying Shadows are in the Eyes of the Vast Uranus for these Eyes have seen the horses of the Universe fade away Oh, Father (the) Fog of
Gather attack while death march in the sky Ride through the heavens with power The hammer of battle pound hard from above All doomed and damned in death
Resurrect Advancing through the gloom Reanimate Putrescence given living form Malevolent A hideous malignity Assails your sight And chills your soul Mass
Immersed in my hypnotic slumber I wander through the paths of a cemetery In an unhearithy night, the high storms break the fire of sky I hear the call
Sinister fields Summon the weak Blinding their eyes Grinding the opposition Untamble hate Causing death Forks of fire Ripping the sight of tiranny Satan