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Epic: A Chorus of Obliteration lyrics
Silent, grimly faced, we march them down
Calls from above, behind these walls these cowards hide
This city, this land, a promise we have to claim
Stretched for miles through barren land to conquer Jericho
Lose your voices with the sky
Draw your swords, the hour is high
We sing as one tonight, we sing as one
Lose your voices with the sky
Draw your swords, the hour is high
We sing as one tonight, we sing as one
We march our war, clothed in dust and fear we ride
Host of the Lord about us on our every side
The fruits of this land, a promise we have come to claim
We sing as one, the trumpets sound your walls of dust
Now meet the ground
Lose your voices with the sky
Draw your swords, the hour is high
We sing as one tonight, we sing as one
Lose your voices with the sky
Draw your swords, the hour is high
We sing as one tonight, we sing as one
Lose your voices with the sky
Draw your swords, the hour is high
We sing as one tonight, we sing as one
Lose your voices with the sky
Draw your swords, the hour is high
We sing as one tonight, we sing as one
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