| «Halt, brothers
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| So this is Waldreik, a town infested by Chaos
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| Well, it will soon be cleansed
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| Burn the houses and gather the people where I can pass my judgement upon
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| Them
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| Now, move!»
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| I can smell the stench of Chaos
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| There’s something rotten about this town
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| Behind these walls, unholy rapture
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| But I’ll cleanse it, I’ll burn it down
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| I say: «Burn it down to the ground!»
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| I can see the whores of Chaos
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| Damned women who practise dark lore
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| Righteous men they try to capture
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| Well, they shall burn — witching whores
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| I say: «Burn them all at the stake!»
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| Witches I hunt and warlocks I slay
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| I cleanse this world from filth and decay
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| Chaos sinners, they are everywhere
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| But I hunt them down, no one I spare
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| I can see the face of Chaos
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| Behind corrupted men’s false smiles
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| They may appear good of nature
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| But underneath they are most vile
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| I say: «Burn them all at the stake!»
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| Gods of Law, Order and Light
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| Bless my eyes so I can see through lies
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| Gods of Law, Order and Light
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| Bless my sword against Chaos' hordes
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| I can see the taint of Chaos
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| There is not a soul without stains
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| All are foul Chaos creatures
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| And all shall burn in holy flames
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| I say: «Burn them all at the stake!» |