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Description
Under crimson tide, a raven's wing unfurled
Black as endless night, a storm across the world
Beneath this banner bold, we ride with steady stride
Our hearts for war ignite, with vengeance as our guide

Claymore, Claymore, a name that strikes like fire
Valkyries of death, a fierce and dark desire
Skulls grin on our shields, a fearsome battle cry
From your own nightmares born, beneath a blood red sky

Clang of steel on steel, a chorus strong and clear
We carve a path of fear, with every battle near
No mercy in our eyes, no quarter will be shown
The taste of mortal fear, a triumph we have known

Claymore, Claymore, a name that strikes like fire
Valkyries of death, a fierce and dark desire
Skulls grin on our shields, a fearsome battle cry
From your own nightmares born, beneath a blood red sky

We are the echoes dire, the shadows in your sleep
The darkness you inspire, the vengeance we shall reap
No heaven waits for us, no solace in the grave
Just endless restless war, the glory that we crave

Claymore, Claymore, a name that strikes like fire
Valkyries of death, a fierce and dark desire
Skulls grin on our shields, a fearsome battle cry
From your own nightmares born, beneath a blood red sky

Claymore! Claymore!

More of hers here: www.deviantart.com/thekobs/gal…

Description
Under crimson tide, a raven's wing unfurled
Black as endless night, a storm across the world
Beneath this banner bold, we ride with steady stride
Our hearts for war ignite, with vengeance as our guide

Claymore, Claymore, a name that strikes like fire
Valkyries of death, a fierce and dark desire
Skulls grin on our shields, a fearsome battle cry
From your own nightmares born, beneath a blood red sky

Clang of steel on steel, a chorus strong and clear
We carve a path of fear, with every battle near
No mercy in our eyes, no quarter will be shown
The taste of mortal fear, a triumph we have known

Claymore, Claymore, a name that strikes like fire
Valkyries of death, a fierce and dark desire
Skulls grin on our shields, a fearsome battle cry
From your own nightmares born, beneath a blood red sky

We are the echoes dire, the shadows in your sleep
The darkness you inspire, the vengeance we shall reap
No heaven waits for us, no solace in the grave
Just endless restless war, the glory that we crave

Claymore, Claymore, a name that strikes like fire
Valkyries of death, a fierce and dark desire
Skulls grin on our shields, a fearsome battle cry
From your own nightmares born, beneath a blood red sky

Claymore! Claymore!

More of hers here: www.deviantart.com/thekobs/gal…