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Slaughter Across The Nine Realms
The realm of Midgard is up for the taking
Left to the device of the god's forsaken
Left to be terrorized with their eyes full of mourning
Shadows of the past rise at last
The fates are turning
Unlock and open wide the gates of Hel
And let the Draugr loose upon this realm
Hordes of undead mages
By sword and spear runes are invoked
The living shall perish on cold steel
For ancient rites, this war of ages
Led by the mighty beasts from Loki's loins
A trick of twisted fate, a flip of the coin
Behold the eviscerated with bated breathing
Things from below never show mercy
The flames are seething
Crimson smeared
Across nine realms
Bodies hang
From the elms
Under rays
Slowly disemboweled
The stench of decay infiltrates everything
As survivors live and die by the fang
Those rotted fingers clawed with bone lead separation
There are no gods, they are dead
Welcome damnation
Unlock and open wide the gates of Hel
And let the Draugr loose upon this realm
Hordes of undead mages
By sword and spear runes are invoked
The living shall perish on cold steel
For ancient rites, this war of ages
The great destruction, it twists and it turns
As this realm, Midgard, slowly sets to burn
Save the Christ God's cross for the weak and unbelieving
Hel, she rides as you die slow
With the last living
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