We drew the circle once again
Our swords drip in crimson
Sign of evil Rides us through
We see the flames of hell arise
Sword of stell must be held up high
Somber shades of death we ride
Sword of steel will laude the one
Sword of steel will crack the sky
For aye the one will rise in shadows
He holds the key to infinity
Open the gates, swing my sword up high
Sword of steel alk in darkened vapour
Unholy powers will rise again
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