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Down the vast hills in morning mist cold<br />Into the peaceful deep valley below.<br />Twothousand stallions foaming with hate<br />Carrying their masters towards their fate<br />Into the battle they ride<br />Twothousand men too young to die.<br />Massacre......<br /><br />Coming from each side prepared for attack<br />Covered in dustclouds now there is no turning back<br />Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries<br />Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun rise<br />Under a bloodred sky<br />None will live to face the night<br />Massacre......<br /><br />Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peace<br />While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze<br />Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their part<br />To descend of wings of death and feast from human hearts<br />The battle is lost still someone always wins<br />And now they descend on death's black wings<br />Massacre......<br />(Massacre......)
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Down the vast hills in morning mist cold<br />Into the peaceful deep valley below.<br />Twothousand stallions foaming with hate<br />Carrying their masters towards their fate<br />Into the battle they ride<br />Twothousand men too young to die.<br />Massacre......<br /><br />Coming from each side prepared for attack<br />Covered in dustclouds now there is no turning back<br />Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries<br />Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun rise<br />Under a bloodred sky<br />None will live to face the night<br />Massacre......<br /><br />Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peace<br />While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze<br />Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their part<br />To descend of wings of death and feast from human hearts<br />The battle is lost still someone always wins<br />And now they descend on death's black wings<br />Massacre......<br />(Massacre......)
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