Forces of hate meet
Gather for the siege
Encircling their foe
The raid begins
Their revenge is sought
Through violence, smashing, killing, stabbing, pounding
Iron weapons clash
Evil warriors strike
Hammers cracking skulls
Axes chopping heads
Their revenge is now
Through violence, crushing, maiming, hacking, pounding

Blood soaks the ground
In their own, they will drown
Surrounded by disgust
Pounded into dust

Battle rages on
Bleeding wounded scream
Clubs shatter bones
Swords sever limbs
Their blind rage compells
Their frenzy, bloodlust, madness, burning, hatred
Berzerkers overwhelm
Defenders run in fear
No prisoners today
The end is near
Their blind age endless
No mercy lay waste, wipe out, kill them, kill them

Their struggle to defend
The attack will never end
Surrounded by disgust
Pounded into dust

The captured will be crucified as a warning to the rest
When the killing is completed the city will be burned
Their way of life will be destroyed, no trace of them remains

Annihilate
They lay waste
Eradicate
Victory for their hatred, fury, raging, pounding

[solo-O'Brien]

Blood soaks the ground
In their own, they will drown
Surrounded by disgust
Pounded into dust

11. Slain
The outlander walked into town, coverd in gore
He knew he could not wait much longer, he needed more
Death
Pain
Terror
Blood...

On the high plain they lost their lives
Hundreds were slain
Why they died no one will know
Their bloodstains weill allways show for all time

Wasting no time he began defiling whores
He would be the last man they felt, a carnivore
Tear
Rape
Ravage
Maim

On the high plain they lost their lives
Hundreds were slain
Why they died no one knows
Their bloodstains will always show for all time

Firing, loaded rifle, never ending killing spree
Slashing with machette, body parts are the debris
There is no escape, he holds your fate as the death rate climbs to the fullest extent
One more town, slowly going down
This is the comming of endless torment

[Solo Jack Owen]

Unburied victims lie, blood soaking into the sand
Remains of the slain, a dead body wasteland
There is no escape, he holds your fate as the death rate climbs to the fullest extent
One man left, sherif bereft, faces the stranger with intent

[Solo Pat O'Brien]

On the high plain they lost their lives
Hundreds were slain
Why they died no one will know
Their bloodstains will always sho for all...
Time
Expired
Big iron
Both die

On the high plain they lost their lives
Hundreds were slain
Why they died no one will know
Their bloodstains will always sho for all...
Slain

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