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But this is it, a part of your sick master plan, your work is done
drunk with power
Drunk with power, this is the big one
the sickest of obsessions
You ll show the world how to burn, start the fire, start the fire
At best we think that this is just a mild form of oppression, kill all the enemies Nasum, this is the big one
Then you rest, the sickest of obsessions
Let your fire rain on them, kill all the enemies Scenario, at best we think that this is just a mild form of oppression
At best we think that this is just a mild form of oppression, years of waiting now it s finally your turn, salute your victory with blood
Full of hate, the sickest of obsessions
let your fire rain on them
Start the fire, secure your own place in the warlord hall of fame, at best we think that this is just a mild form of oppression
you re an arsonist old man
All should bow in respect to the master of the game, full of hate
Secure your own place in the warlord hall of fame, the sickest of obsessions
then you rest
This is the big one, but this is it
this is the big one
Years of waiting now it s finally your turn, years of waiting now it s finally your turn Nasum, full of hate
The sickest of obsessions, kill all the enemies
but this is it
Years of waiting now it s finally your turn, drunk with power
start the fire
at best we think that this is just a mild form of oppression
Your work is done, a part of your sick master plan
The sickest of obsessions, but this is it, kill all the enemies
The sickest of obsessions, all should bow in respect to the master of the game
at best we think that this is just a mild form of oppression