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Flank left and run it up the hill
everything that moves, is who we're gonna kill.
Our way is better than theirs
I don't care if they were here first
Burn it all and raze it to the ground
in the chaos glory will be found.
No prisoners, mercy's for the weak
and when you're dead is when you get to sleep.

We march at first light
and wait until night.
Torches ready
the enemy shall fall.
Now into position wait for the call.

Slay them all!

If it bleeds it dies
we'll burn the skies
Now run them through
cut them in two.
Their lives we'll spend.
The world for them
will be destroyed
we bring the end.

Burn their homes and take up what you will.
For our gods so their blood will spill.
Honor found in the blood lusted fray.
No survivors, end them all is our way.
Chase them through the fields, the hills, the trees.
Show them something they can not believe.
Listen to their screams, their fear, their fright.
Watch them fall as we lay waste all through the night.

Run each last one down,
None shall leave town.
Horses steady,
meet at the wall.
Devastatingly we will not stall.

Slay them all!

In the midst of carnage and pure rage.
I see an image, of flourishing rampage.
And with it this, such beautiful dismay.
Behold it sits, on this fury filled red day.
Such blood spilled the old way
the whispers they all say
the world is ours.

So take it we will!

Exterminate and plunder all that you can,
we'll set up here as this is now our land.
Loot and pillage all your heart's desires.
The will of man, burns beyond the fires.
Survival of the strong and so the weak must go.
Destroying all is what's the best we know.
When the drums sound, we answer the call.

Slay them all!

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