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Amon Amarth The Crusher

Death is drawing near I know it's true but have no fear I know I cannot escape my fate Turns it's deadly wheel Judgment day is closing in but still I

Bastards of a lying breed You've ruled us for too long Truth to you are lies to me And your right is so wrong Moral preached by immortal fucks All I

hard show no mercy for these men The vermin of christ, prophets of lies and their disciples Seek them out, hunt them down Brake their spirits and crush

and hard, show no mercy for these men The vermin of christ, prophets of lies and their disciples Seek them out, hunt them down Break their spirits, crush

: Men will fight and men will die Wars will be lost and won That's how it's been and still will be Long after I'm gone Doubting not I give my blood

: Once I was - Now I am no more A burst of flames threw me into oblivion The life I knew - Seems distant and unreal A fading dream, a memory I can't

The warlord of the Gods comes with force To retrieve The Crusher The first man died with a gurgling sigh When his head was crushed Painful surprise

: He's running through the woods so black A loyal servant of christ Dogs are barking down his back He's running for his life He came with words of love

appears The warlord of the Gods comes with force To retrieve The Crusher The first man died with a gurgling sigh When his head was crushed Painful surprise