Lord Of Beneath by Unlord
[Fighting in the colosseum]
My rancid image appears at the gates of Rome
No horrors are unused in the seven nights to come
We come as an army and as leaders we leave,
while Christians are robbed from their lives and belief
I see the winds shaping the desert for years and yet
I understand the origin of mankind's fears and I,
I feel the strength given with power and blessed with faith
for I am chosen for this unholy fate
The Prince is ressurected, the final God is chosen,
among the living mortals, a stronger has arosen'
Come on, pick up thy swords
We came here to conquer the cities claimed holy,
our armour is waiting for blood to be spilled
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