Prone to the grave, the dark side you walk
in the light of the morning we fall
Confront the brave, the rebel we stalk,
when we came - we saw - we conquered them all
Blessed when we die, confessed not a lie
in the still of the night we aware
Don't dare to cry, when fever up high
no escape - no break - your life we will take
Gone with the night
when the unholy demons of dawn
until
under
undead
trust
times
still
stalk
sanctum
unholy
rebel
prone
phantoms
saints
midnight
light
sunlight
calling
blood
bizarre
demons
unite
reborn
blessed
aware
brave
escape
morning
crusade
begin
raise
blade
murder
confront
conquered
crawling
break
confessed
fever
night
heaven
cursed
invade
nocturnal
fight
grave
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