Lycanthropic Warmasters

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Broadswords, battle axes 
Daggers and body shields 
Thousands of flaming torches 
Overrun the battlefield 

Constellation of black stars 
Condemnation of black gods 
Darkness sighs with breathing smile 
Madness strikes with snapping bites 

Thousands of knights and serves 
Are advancing against their tyrants 
The bastions of the castle are burning like timber 
Lycanthropic warmasters are roaring like thunder 

The smell of fear is fluttering in the breeze 
All the blood in the hearts start to freeze 

You will meet your fate on this fiery night 
Salvation will be yours by a flesh tearing bite 
Armours are suseless to get on! 
This will be your Armageddon! 

The Root of all evil has been growing 
For neverending centuries, it's growling 
Under the darkest tunnels of the castle 
Hidden like a dying rabid wolf: it's useless! 

Constellation of black stars 
Condemnation of black gods 
The Root feeds the warlords 
With the vigour of werewolves 

You will meet your fate on this fiery night 
Salvation will be yours by a flesh tearing bite 
In your fear you'll forget the stories about Heaven 
This day will be your execution, your final Armageddon!
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