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3 Inches Of Blood Fire Up The Blades

the land Honorless battle, consuming the dead Collecting bodies to consume Keep the engine burning hot, apocalyptic war machine Needs fuel for fire, nomadic

: 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

come to life Encroachment against humanity, running root breaking stone Rise up feed off the dead Towering giants fill you with dread Avenge the axe, avenge the blade

of conquering hordes, A curse on their blades, A hex on their swords Unholy minions, Their mark heaven's domain Caressing the leather that Binds up the

The glow of the dawn The sights, the sounds Eternally gone Cut down by a demon's blade By strange forces it was made A demon's blade A masterstroke with

the land Long ago an ancient malice left its mark Awoken by the curiosity of men Black spire looms above the edifice of pain Calling all its allies to rise up

I am the reaper of souls Cold iron blades they cannot stop me Where I am from no one knows I am in command Impervious to fire Impervious to steel Merciless

The glow of the dawn The sights, the sounds Eternally gone Cut down by a demon's blade By strange forces it was made A demon's blade A masterstroke with

come to life Encroachment against humanity, running root breaking stone Rise up feed off the dead Towering giants fill you with dread Avenge the axe, avenge the blade