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Fan the fire We march the pass of the nightmare range We ford the stream of the fallen wraiths Listen to the call of the carrion; the ominous musical has begun it's first act Our eyes are drawn to the arc of the swift silhouette A message, the battle begins Call to battle; follow the torch, follow the General Raise the banner; under the light we can't be touched Strike with passion; pierce the heart of the chthonic ranks Truth inferno; shining, burning, we tear through the shroud Attack under cover of the winged warriors Scything a crease across the writhing sky Listen, the rallying cry, the choral voice has called us forward to the stage Can you see them flee? They abandon the field They drag their wounded And we burn, we burn, we burn the dead From Letras Mania