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We walk hand in hand with horror
We ride side by side with death
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
In our mirrored flashing armour
In our secret hideous helms
We are the angels of your ruin
As we climb obsidian mountains
On our final dreadful quest
Crossing lakes that scream with pain
As we pass by
Death to all things living
Holy death will cleanse the world
Death our standard
Death our only joy
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
The veterans of a savage truth
We're tired of making love
On dead horses our dead riders
Seek the last retreats of life
Life betrayed us
Now we slay it
Corpses locked in battle dancing
At the edge of time
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