Ruthless conquest, demonic invasion
The Nordic continent has blood-red land
Burning wings are the inspiration for people's lives
The winding river is the tears of despair for you and me
Searching, searching, standing in the flying dust
The sharp blade sliced through the body, dripping with blood.
We have no choice anymore
The gurgling blood witnessed the beauty of death
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