Draw Your Blades

Vulture

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Now your time has come
Defenceless we're cowered
And there's nowhere to run
With our backs to the wall
The storm's coming closer
And it's set out its stall

Mortally scared, when death's at the door
No exit path, engulfing roars
None shall be sacred, no living men
Fear turns to wrath with every thrust of their ram

Draw your... Draw your blades
Or is it too late!
Draw your... Draw your blades
Or is it too late!
They are at the gates now!

As they come rushing in
They're greeted by darkness
And a sardonic grin
Our hands reach beneath
One fierce commando
And blades start to flash from their sheath

Off with their heads, decapitated
Blood gushing out, bodies lay dead
The smell of cold sweat, determined to fight
Leaving no doubt
That we're lusting for violence tonight

Fearless and vast, we tear through their lines
Causing surprise as the fronts intertwine
Fight to the last, strip off your despair
Demoralized, tonight we will fight, till they're

Mortally scared, when death's at the door
No exit path, engulfing roars
None shall be sacred, no living men
Fear turns to wrath with every thrust of their ram

Draw your... Draw your blades
Or is it too late!
Draw your... Draw your blades
Or is it too late!
They are at the gates now!