Clear the way through a sea of your foes
No mercy for the young or old
Parry, thrust crimson fountains ensues
Slaves of death will run you through

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On our way to victory
Displaying force you've got to feel
Swing your axe and your sword so true
Black Moor is coming after you

Battlefield, mount your steed and ride
Headless bodies lie by your side
War gods laugh and watch as you die
Join the fallen, make for the sky

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Oh, wait for the day, when triumph is ours
Victory is granted to us, in bloody red showers
Say that you compete with our might
Smash through the petty and weak, win every fight

Clear the way through a sea of your foes
No mercy for the young or old
Parry, thrust crimson fountains ensues
Slaves of death will run you through

(Chorus)