Letras:
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: The outbreak has begun End of days are coming Very few will survive this plague Gather all supplies, keep your wits about you A war is coming, prepare

: Across the seas they come Great bard trek from far and wide A gathering of thunder To be remembered for all time Many nations represent On an ancient

: In a place that the world forgot Where mortality ruled the war The people feared the vengeful hand of god The preacher spun the scripture To suit his

: Enslaved by warlords from far away lands Forced into a life of slavery Forced to fight your brothers for rulers so cruel A killer instinct your

: Night marauders lay waste to the land Honorless battle, consuming the dead Collecting bodies to consume Keep the engine burning hot, apocalyptic war

: When it's cold and the ice grips your skin Few can stomach how harsh it is In the woods lurks a great old one Who can scare the flesh right off your

: Knee deep in the dead of their kind They carry on without seeming to mind Feed off their flesh, larger they grow Persevere through ice, wind and snow

: Dark meteors, pale demons aside, Hurled relentlessly across the night sky Zealots of creation to a theory Chained, they?d kill for their faith or die

: The trumpets sound the end The crack of seals break Impending devastation brings the fall The sun it turns to black The weak will burn The leader comes