The armies of today will gather by hand in hand,
Fighting till death and honour
To which of all the reasons,
They don’t understand
Why do they follow you?
And where do they go?
Take up a sword, and march to thee,
Fight for your life,
Fight for your fear
Look around to in which they shall appear
What is it you’re looking for?
And where are you taking them?
In the land of such disgust,
Thee army shall be thrust,
Marching in two by two,
Like the Blood Queen she will do
I’ve seen no day, I’ve seen no night,
But a grey of day of every mortal,
People of the earth, promise to her,
The life of you,
Shall promise by land,
To take her hand
Follow her you all will,
Be death upon you,
Hell shall take you,
But should death await you
24/02/09
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