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Stifled screams fill the chamber |
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Bleeding minds flow through the door |
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Fallen kings have lost their power |
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Withering knights look upon in horror |
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Innocence captured, chained, and beaten |
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Minds strong, but bodies are weak |
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Innocents march toward their destruction |
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Suspecting their fate but unable to speak |
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With hands of red and hoods of black |
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They kill the leader then take the pack |
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Driven by greed and hungry for power |
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Like vultures they strike at man's darkest hour |
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The world grows cold and silent |
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Darkened by tainted ambition |
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The world is clouded by hatred and greed |
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Cimmerian darkness and evil condition |
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The silence is broken by the clash of swords |
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The masses revolt as vexation grows |
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With the oppressor's defeat man's world is saved |
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Til' the victors' intentions are the same as their foes... |
