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Converted To EvilRaiders with a mandate in bloodConquest the glint in their eyes Prophets of death and deceit Razing all paths of retreat Isolation lost and terror found In the clangour of a bloody storm The mark of infernal force Wears the mask of a golden dawn Crusaders, knights of the cross Dealers in the cruellest of deaths Angels at the feet of their lord Devils in the steel of the sword Revocation as they taste the blade And writhe under shackles taut Converted against their will To the evils born of foreign source Driven to the ends of the earth Consumed and consuming by fear An empire rotting in graves It’s kings and queens now as slaves Desolation in the raiders wake Consecration of new idols born The pride of the Orient lies Now condemned to face eternity deformed |