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Angel of the Crusade


Battle scorn my weary head, your men drop cold and dead. Bring me a challenge or scream in dread, the light of your life will be shred. Locked in shade, lost in raid, your spirit will fade. Attack in brutality, crush their reality. Break with Crusade, black is your blade. Root at their flute, and lie in your suite. Leap through the dust. Death is a must.
The angels have freed us, the whole world it needs us. The war has begun. The Grand Finale. Winner takes all, and the demons will fall.