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Showdown The A Chorus Of Obliteration

Silent, grimly faced, we march them down Calls from above, behind these walls these cowards hide This city, this land, a promise we have to claim Stretched

Behold, I come like a thief My kingdom I bring I come to purge the prince of death from off the earth To war, to bring death not peace To cleanse now

Silent, grimly faced we march them down Calls from above, behind these walls the cowards hide The fruits of this land, a promise we have come to claim

Hell can't stop me now Yeah! Heed this, your time is short This is your warning, so wage your war The great accuser Hurled down to earth in shame The

try the hearts of men once carved in stone Brother against brother poison spread within our own Tonight you die a traitor's death A short drop a sudden

The agony they writhe The ground runs red with blood Betrayed by the fickle mistress war Impaled on the agony of defeat The smell of death pervades Countless