الكلمات الأصلية
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In the pale light of the morning
You could smell the fear
The knights of satans service is drawing near
Hardened by blood and battle
They're warriors without souls
And all they ever do is seek and and destroy
Stan your ground
The battle is near
Fight them down
With fire and steel
In the hour of the wolf
THey raid from town to town
Setting them all on fire
Kicking them down
You better run alll you can
Or dance the dance of death
And be sure they're onna make you sweat
The battle is ragin
Hear thousands of cries
Feel the thunder of war
As you march til you die
