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So many wars fighted for lies, men's blood flows like a putrid river Blood of proud chevaliers commanded by a stupid king, feared by his own useless. Under a red sky, a dawn of death, the corpses are asking for revenge. Revenge for their sacrifice, requested by a false god a man who believes to be a god. There aren't gods on this dead heart, hate is the king and men its slaves. The corpses are now ready for war. A dragonfly is flying on the battlefield and its flight is black Desolated lands spread to infinity unarriving horizons untouchable red sky Desolated lands dressed with corpses undead bodies oh ancient heroes Desolated lands refreshed by blood red wine of false gods. From Letras Mania