Blow your horn, sweet angel of death and give the weak their final rest

We sing the song of Witchman,
Who brought us forth from death.
'Destroy the weak!'
Our leader would speak,
As we heard his words in awe.
Yes we sing this song for Witchman,

And praise the coming storm!





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