As the bells rings
The battle here begins
Smoke and blasts
Mighty wizards lying in waste.
Crushing for the masters.
Whose names can't be spoken
In these ruins of a dying world
The warriors storms with a coven of Khorne
Into the battle made by war god's.
For these god's I swing my sword.
Into the battle made by war god's
I sacrifice my soul.
In thses ruins of destruction
I bring this world hate and destruction
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