Marching on, for triumph we'll have,
Sick vehemence, through the air..
Dawn is near, corpse-pale sky,
Provoking scent of death..

Gore and Glory!
Our will is strong, our swords are ready..
Gore and Glory!
Run like hell, slice their body..
Gore and Glory!
Our will is strong, our swords are ready..
Gore and Glory!
Run like hell, slice their body..

Amputate, eviscerate,
Decapitate, with arms bladed..
Suffocate, Mutilate,
Dismember, with hands naked..

Bloodsoaked flesh, and gutted remains,
Covering, all that place..
Victory, achieved with gore,
Is written, in our fate..

Gore and Glory!
Our will is strong, our swords are ready..
Gore and Glory!
Run like hell, slice their body..
Gore and Glory!
Our will is strong, our swords are ready..
Gore and Glory!
Run like hell, slice their body..

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