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The Infernal March
01:36
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Sword Of Wisdom
04:22
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Dikeptor, Dawn of heathens onslaught.
Panthior The sword of wisdom draws down on thy
bred on steal and fire help strengthen my iron grasp
with torque and power you'll fall beneath my feral strike
For the temple of secartha lurks upon the horizion
Stronger now the journey begins. storm clouds of smoke fill the void.
Hell starts here, dagger in hand. Tytericon the howls of death are upon you.
Breed the pawns of darkness. Reign down on your hellish past.
Guilt will destroy you. Take no prisoners. A keepsake for all your victims, bleak days are here.
For the echos of silence, reverberate. A black mass will follow. Second coming is near.
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The Commanders Code
04:10
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Into the vast forest of death i welcome thy. Sharpen the blade of my iron sword. Light the fires on the torch, soon you'll realize your impending doom.
A choir of daggers comes from below. A dark soul illuminates under the blood moons glow. The shrill horn of death, under a blackened sky. As the lightning strikes, we'll creep through the night.
Panthior, this is the end. A viscous circle has broken at the seem. No regrets your name is void. The spectral wolf howls at the frostbitten sky.
A choir of daggers comes from below. A dark soul illuminates under the blood moons glow. The shrill horn of death, under a blackened sky. As the lightning strikes, we'll creep through the night.
We forage through the sacred ruins. A celestial force demands the tipping of the scales.
To Secartha now, With unruly force. Vehement opposition, Take back the throne.
We'll creep through the night.
Take to the Night.
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A cascade of sonic doom gathers beneath the dark haze. Heroic oaks and firs sway like the war torn flag of the enshrined.
A mystic ora of bloodlust, senses sharpened now. When steel meets flesh the damned will be purified. I'll be the everlasting fire.
Two horned serpernts at the iron gate. a backlash of terror begins. A strange aeon of primordial filth will succumb at my hands.
A mystic ora of bloodlust senses sharpened now. When steel meats flesh the damned will be purified. I'll be the everlasting fire.
Betrayer your reign of greed ends here.
Deaths hammer sends your soul into the void.
Dikeptors Revenge.
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