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Feel the sword violently rip your head |
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Each neckbone |
|
cracking under wrathblade |
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a deep neigh in the burdensome |
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mist |
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the preludium of the bladesymphony |
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no |
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eyes...but I see |
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no ears...but I hear |
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no blood...but I |
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live |
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no mind...but I feel |
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guided be my fate by |
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the eaque sword |
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again I shall kill, I behead with true |
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rage |
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headless bodies walk, then on their knees...they |
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fall |
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I rule this land of fear with eaque sword |
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I ride, |
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night's veil hiding tears of a diving sun |
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I obey the |
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owner of my head |
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till the day it becomes mine as before |
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embodiment of a bloodjustice, reign of terror |
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sleepy hollow has become a hatred haven |
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where dwellers |
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are hidden as vulgar rats |
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awaken in my death handled by |
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mistres of fury |
|
a judge of hell...the devil's |
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advocate |
|
guided be my hate by the eaque sword |
|
Feel the sword violently rip your head |
|
Each neckbone |
|
cracking under the wrathblade |
|
a deep neigh and a sarcastic |
|
laughter |
|
the postludium of the bladesymphony |
|
again I |
|
shall kill, I behead with true rage |
|
headless bodies walk, |
|
the on their knees..they fall |
|
I rule this land of fear with |
|
eaque sword |
|
I ride, night's veil hiding tears of a |
|
diving sun |
|
I obey the owner of my head |
|
till the day it |
|
becomes mine as before |
|
bell of trial echoes |
|
The |
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call of retribution |
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She whispers to my skull |
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and I |
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behead the chosen one with eaque sword |
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embodiment of |
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a bloodjustice, reign of terror |
|
sleepy hollow has become a |
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hatred haven |
|
...with eaque sword |