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Untitled - Cradle Of Filth

Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history

We rend our blades through dogma and humility

Carve the future according to our will

Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire

Let you all acknowledge that we are here

As masters to rule this failing humanity

Our beings formed in rage and defiance

With strength to trample the weak

And the foolish

And so we march with burning brands

Temples of flame on our path to glory