Warlord album posted for SoundCloud
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Lyrics
My hands tremble at the sight of weakness
Leading me to question this lost world
We have chosen to abandon our ways
We have chosen to abandon our true nature
Weakness festering deep within, eroding our future
generations of timid, fearful sheep, looking for a saviour
Addiction to relief - breeding weakness, bringing us the end
the weak breed times they are not suited for
I chose to swing, the hammer, our weapon
One day your pathetic cries will cease
And my ardour for barbarity will imprison you and your allies

The Hammer Will Be Raised

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