Warsaw Comes forth Blood shed Tides
turn Grinding Ripping Turning Corpse
burn Hate lost Hate gain Hateful Hate
slain Bodies Slaughtered Turning Captive
It's
too Late to revert your ways Wings with
scales Now wings of fate Raining
thorns Pain becomes your only pleasure All
that's left It's sharpened fury
Unholy
steel Grinding waves of
flesh Pride Victory dance of those
unknown Fear Spread out throughout the
masses Storm Thunder clap signifies the
end
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