We saddle our horses ’cause we must fight again
Liars and betrayers anew stand in our way
We drink the wine of anger mixed with our blood
A last look at our weapons and a prayer to our gods

We’re made of power, we’re made for war
We are made of thunder and steel

Spill, spill, spill; spill the blood of our enemys
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