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Dominus Praelii Holding The Flag Of War

Do you know an ancient, battle that has done Where the forces of rage, stood on A chalice of blood was just welcome And a spell of disgrace, has ever

applied against evil was his rage The tale of the Knight of the Silver Moon Was told across many centuries And his journey will not end soon It will hold

They used to arouse the spark Setting on fire the unholy flame Crossing trenches in the dark Ruthless legion is their name Brought axes on their back

Waves of War - Soldiers loosing their lives Waves of War - Blood on the battle field Waves of War - Screams of pain everywhere Waves of War - Kill your

Hatred in my mind Riding Alone among hot mist On the road in a high speed I have flying wings Rage into my spirit Iron around my fist I never say its