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In the black winds of the gray horizon
My voice is raised proclaiming war
There thousand warriors it raised
With swords by to fight against satan
The voice of war of the chosen
The voice of war as the storm to the distance
Raised in the hill covered of anger and fury
Our sword pierce to the darkness legions
By the sword of the almighty emperor
We triumph against the devil
