like 3 times 3 Its the basics, homie embrace it Come on!! Take the shot dont waste the clock March to the drum of the #1 spot Born for this, victorious Storms break off so glorious
the darkened days gone by And the sun will shine again across the blazing skies Glorious eternally, we'll rise above the world Marching unto victory
to rule this world Behold the sons of darkness Eternal kings of the night Our noble souls Lead a march of victory Into the kingdom of darkness Rejoice on our glorious
of what we see and hear is lies. * The Falklands War was rewritten as it happened. It was not a glorious victory for the British spirit, Nor an heroic
and typhoon Wind and cyclone, tornado, storm tide Surprise attack Triumph at dawn When the world is still asleep Triumph at dawn Glorious victory Glaring
has this force met its match in battle or siege... BAALTHUS VANE: Our banner flies ever glorious, undefeated we stand, steeped in victory. The Iron
and never has this force met its match in battle or siege... [Baalthus Vane:] Our banner flies ever glorious, undefeated we stand, steeped in victory
Wea??re born to reign as masters To ashes wea??ll burn the pastures Repell their ways back to nothingness Chaos in symmetry This glorious victory
They come from nowhere brave inside Strangers in the night Time is running by - no more deadly spirals Now we realize - pray for our survival Eyes are shining glorious Marching in victorious
Torn and bloody our clothes they are As we march home from a battle afar Victorious we were, the raven's were with us A glorious triumph was reached by
high, the darkened days gone by, And the sun will shine again across the blazing skies, Glorious eternally we'll rise above the world, Marching on to victory
We're born to reign as masters To ashes we'll burn the pastures Repell their ways back to nothingness Chaos in symmetry This glorious victory In darkness
which has raged for decades, shall finally be decided here, before the hoary walls of ageless Gul-Kothoth. The Imperium's last and most glorious victory
had the merest glimmering hope of thwarting his dread scheme and restoring order to glorious Hyperborea... [XERXES:] Yes, the only chance... the last hope for victory
: Onwards to Camulodunum... wet your swords! Redden the earth with Roman blood! I remember the carnage at Camulodunum... The glorious clash of Celtic
-lord Talus Ebonfy re, a man of sublime brutality whom many beleived to be possessed by a demon-spirit from the dark realms. Emboldened by their victories
typhoon Wind and cyclone, tornado, storm tide Surprise attack ! Triumph at dawn When the world is still asleep Triumph at dawn Glorious victory Glaring
