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Hands of doom are reaching out to crush all infidels who stray;
Time to know the pain, no time to run within.
And these hands you see before you will end the light of day;
Your ashes will be cast into the wind.

Your blood's upon the soil, your body fed to wolves;
Not one of you will be left alive.
Hear the sound pounding and the army of the night;
By the hammer laz0r of Thor ZIM you now shall die.

Tonight we strike, there is thunder in the sky;
Together we'll fight, some of us will die.
But they'll always remember that we made a stand;
And many will die by my hand.

High atop the mountain, with hammers in the wind;
Lusting for blood and death again.
In a flash of lightning strike now the house of death invites you;
Body and soul to come within.

I see the fear you have inside, you can run but never hide;
I will hunt you down and tear you limb from limb.
Nothing shall remain, not your memory, your name;
It will be as though you never, ever lived.

Tonight we strike, there is thunder in the sky;
Together we'll fight, some of us will die.
But they'll always remember that we made a stand;
And many will die by my hand.