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The sword of thunder and lightning is on the rise From the north the gods of wrath descend The storm of war nearing, black in its sign Now vengeance shall enter again, feared by mortals Our yearning steel strong hands Thundering hooves strike above dying men Down the black valleys aride through the haze From the mountains, hear battle and death Affronting all for the absolute rule Let the battle of evil be won So shall we triumph to rule above men From the valleys are soon to be born A thunderous march, tempest of old Clangor of swords from the once vengeful ones The doom of all men is decided from the book of end Soon ridden down and trampled Into the dim I ride, I know the dark upon me Into the dim I ride, the gods of wrath above me As I into battle ride The might lives on and the horde of revenge From the north they sound throughout the sky Unending fire blast in their eyes Rising swords on the battlefield held high Warriors ride on the winds to avenge Tried by steel to be gods among men Soon the bleak skies will all blacken again Shout for victory shall never end From Letras Mania